The last prayer had been said,
and it was time to turn away
from the casket, poised on its silver
scaffolding over the open hole
that smelled like a harrowed field.
And then I heard a noise that seemed
not to be human. It was more like wind
among leafless trees, or cattle lowing
in a distant barn. I paused with one
hand on the roof of the car,
while the sound rose in pitch, then
cohered into language: No, don't do this
to me! No, no . . . ! And each of us
stood where we were, unsure
whether to stay, or leave her there.
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Publication information: Book title: Otherwise:New and Selected Poems. Contributors: Jane Kenyon - Author. Publisher: Graywolf Press. Place of publication: St. Paul, MN. Publication year: 1996. Page number: 10.
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