“Thinking of Madame Bovary” by Jane Kenyon

 
 
 
 
 
 
“Thinking of Madame Bovary”
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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~ by samofthetenthousandthings on July 30, 2020.