Yard Sale poem

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Just came upon a great poem by the late great Jane Kenyonabout a yard sale at her father’s house after he died . This is just an excerpt from the poem, “Yard Sale”:

Under the stupefying sun
my family’s belongings lie on the lawn
or heaped on borrowed card tables
in the gloom of the garage. Platters,
frying pans, our dead dog’s
dish, box upon box of sheet music,
a wad of my father’s pure linen
hand-rolled handkerchiefs, and his books
on the subsistence farm, a dream
for which his constitution ill suited him.
….
Hours pass. We close the metal strongbox
and sit down, stunned by divestiture.
What would he say?

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2 Comments

Filed under Family issues, Selling stuff

2 responses to “Yard Sale poem

  1. Susan

    Humm: do you by any chance subscribe to the Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor?

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