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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Could You Not</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">-- for Jane kenyon</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It is a day after many days of storms.<br>Having been washed and washed, the air glitters;<br>small heaped cumuli blow across the sky; a shower<br>visible against the firs douses the crocuses.<br>We knew it would happen one day this week.<br>Now, when I learn you have died, I go<br>to the open door and look across at New Hampshire<br>and see that there, too, the sun is bright<br>and clouds are making their shadowy ways along the horizon;<br>and I think: How could it not have been today?<br>In another room, Keri Te Kanawa is singing<br>the Laudate Dominum of Mozart, very faintly,<br>as if in the past, to those who once sat<br>in the steel seat of the old mowing machine,<br>cheerful descendent of the scythe of the grim reaper,<br>and drew the cutter bars little<br>reciprocating triangles through the grass<br>to make the stalks lie down in sunshine.<br>Could you have walked in the dark early this morning<br>and found yourself grown completely tired<br>of the successes and failures of medicine,<br>of your year of pain and despair remitted briefly<br>now and then by hope that had that leaden taste?<br>Did you glimpse in first light the world as you loved it<br>and see that, now, it was not wrong to die<br>and that, on dying, you would leave<br>your beloved in a day like paradise?<br>Near sunrise did you loosen your hold a little?<br>How could you not already have felt blessed for good,<br>having these last days spoken your whole heart to him,<br>who spoke his whole heart to you, so that in the silence<br>he would not feel a single word was missing?<br>How could you not have slipped into a spell,<br>in full daylight, as he lay next to you,<br>with his arms around you, as they have been,<br>it must have seemed, all your life?<br>How could your cheek not press a moment to his cheek,<br>which presses itself to yours from now on?<br>How could you not rise and go, with all that light<br>at the window, those arms around you, and the sound,<br>coming or going, hard to say, of a single-engine<br>plane in the distance that no one else hears?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Galway+Kinnell">Galway Kinnell</a><div class=q>
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It is a day after many days of storms.
Having been washed and washed, the air glitters;
small heaped cumuli blow across the sky; a shower
visible against the firs douses the crocuses.
We knew it would happen one day this week...."></div>
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