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Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks

Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks

I am the blossom pressed in a book,
Found again after two hundred years. . . .

I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . . .

When the young girl who starves
Sits down to a table
She will sit beside me. . . .

I am food on the prisoner’s plate. . . .

I am water rushing to the wellhead,
Filling the pitcher until it spills. . . .

I am the patient gardener
Of the dry and weedy garden. . . .

I am the stone step,
The latch, and the working hinge. . . .

I am the heart contracted by joy. . .
The longest hair, white
Before the rest. . . .

I am there in the basket of fruit
Presented to the widow. . . .

I am the musk rose opening
Unattended, the fern on the boggy summit. . . .

I am the one whose love
Overcomes you, already with you
When you think to call my name. . . .



Poem Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks - Jane Kenyon