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jane kenyon | the socks

The Socks

While you were away
I matched your socks
and rolled them into balls.
Then I filled your drawers with
tight dark fists.

5 Comments

  1. R, V, Finch

    And before rolling and stuffing into the top drawer, grandmothers darned them… and sometimes damned
    the men who wore them out!

  2. Jude, hey

    Ok – I get it; just don’t fold my underwear.
    hey.

  3. Barbara Larsen

    Oh, wonderful Jane Kenyon—wish you were still on earth writing your perceptive poems! I think the great thing about this short work is the way it opens itself to multi interpretations. I think the anger is about fate and whatever has taken the sock owner away.

  4. Sandra McPherson

    It reminds me of Yehuda Amichai’s poem,

    A Dog After Love

    After you left me
    I let a dog smell at
    My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose
    And set out to find you.

    I hope it will tear the
    Testicles of your lover and bite off his penis
    Or at least
    Will bring me your stockings between his teeth.

  5. Jackie

    Ah, Jane Kenyon-I miss her so. Thanks the poet gods for books.

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