'Give me some light!' cries Hamlet's
uncle midway through the murder
of Gonzago. 'Light! Light!' cry scattering
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This is my first acquaintance with Jane Kenyon. I am impressed with her handling of children's memories and the fresh way she presents them.
With something more than caution I handle them, and the lights, with their tin star-shaped reflectors, brought along from house to house, their pasteboard toy suitcases increasingly flimsy.
'By suppertime all that remains is the scent of balsam fir. If it's darkness we're having, let it be extravagant.' is so nice. Liked it.
Fantastic imagery and a wonderful poem with beautiful rhyme. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.