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Late December Sunday. Low south sun
shines deep into the house, stooping
to give a little light, a little warmth.
Late life lover, quiet, bending
to look into my eyes and read remaining dreams,
to quicken what you can, and rock the rest to sleep.
Thank you for warmth and light, for loving me
this late December Sunday.
-- Lise Menn
painting: Claude Monet, Winter on the Seine, Lavacourt (1880)
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
Beautiful and sweet. Glimmer of light in a dismal season.
Posted by: Jacqueline Lapidus | December 31, 2021 at 11:05 AM