Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Morning Reading: "Everyone longs for love’s tense joy and red delights"

Thinking of Madame Bovary
by Jane Kenyon

The first hot April day the granite step
was warm. Flies droned in the grass.
When a car went past they rose
in unison, then dropped back down. . . .

I saw that a yellow crocus bud had pierced
a dead oak leaf, then opened wide. How strong
its appetite for the luxury of the sun!

Everyone longs for love’s tense joy and red delights.

And then I spied an ant
dragging a ragged, disembodied wing
up the warm brick walk. It must have been
the Methodist in me that leaned forward,
preceded by my shadow, to put a twig just where
the ant was struggling with its own desire.



Robbi said...

I love that... "the Methodist in me!"

Robbi said...

How come you don't list the Tebot Bach readings anymore? There is apparently one on Friday.

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