Your Friday poem: Having it Out with Melancholy by Jane Kenyon theartdivas.com/2016/12/having
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And reposting yesterday's poem: from Hours Near the Crossing by John Peck theartdivas.com/2016/11/from-h
She lifts my face and I taste it—
the sudden spurting nectar,
the incurable sweetness that is life.
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