“The light from the venetian blinds, the autumn,
silver Kansas light laving the table that Sunday,
is what I recall now because it was beautiful,
though of course would not have said so then, beautiful,
as so many moments forgotten but later remembered
come back to us in slants and pools and uprisings of light,
beautiful in itself, but more beautiful mingled
w…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Something Nice to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.