Still thirsting

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“The grass resolves to grow again,

receiving the rain to that end,

but my disordered soul thirsts

after something it cannot name.’’

— From “August Rain, after Haying,’’ by Jane Kenyon (1947-1995), a poet who lived with her husband, Donald Hall (1928-2018), also a poet, in very rural Wilmot, N.H.

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