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Jane Kenyon

I longed for spring’s thousand tender greens, and the white-throated sparrow’s call that borders on rudeness. Do you know— since you went away all I can do is wait for you to come back to me. — Jane Kenyon, from “The Clearing,” Collected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2005)

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