Age by Kay Ryan

As some people age
they kinden.
The apertures
of their eyes widen.
I do not think they weaken;
I think something weak strengthens
until they are more and more it,
like letting in heaven.
But other people are
mussels or clams, frightened.
Steam or knife blades mean open.
They hear heaven, they think boiled or broken.
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Published on June 14, 2010 12:21 Tags: age, kay-ryan, poetry
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message 1: by Jen (new)

Jen I love this.


message 2: by Jessica (last edited Jun 15, 2010 07:14AM) (new)

Jessica Yay. She's a pretty amazing poet.


message 3: by Jen (new)

Jen But there is maybe a third group? Their eyes open and blink, maybe a bit too fast-and then, before they know it, they're smiling widely and going to teas with red hats with purple bows? :)




message 4: by Jessica (new)

Jessica :)


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