Friday, July 24, 2015

Jane Kenyon: "Philosophy in Warm Weather"

Now all the doors and windows
are open, and we move so easily
through the rooms. Cats roll
on the sunny rugs, and a clumsy wasp
climbs the pane, pausing
to rub a leg over her head.

All around physical life reconvenes.
The molecules of our bodies must love
to exist: they whirl in circles
and seem to begrudge us nothing.
Heat, Horatio, heat makes them
put this antic disposition on!

This year's brown spider
sways over the door as I come
and go. A single poppy shouts
from the far field, and the crow,
beyond alarm, goes right on
pulling up the corn.

"Philosophy in Warm Weather" by Jane Kenyon. Text as published in The Boat Of Quiet Hours: Poems (Graywolf Press, 1986).

Art credit: "Sun Bathing Cat," photograph by Jason Irish.

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