What Came To Me Poem by Jane Kenyon

What Came To Me I took the last dusty piece of china out of the barrel. It was your gravy boat, with a hard, brown drop of gravy still on the porcelain lip. I grieved for you then as I never had before. - ITALIAN: Che cosa mi è venuto Ho tolto l'ultimo polveroso pezzo di porcellana dalla cassa. Era la tua salsiera, con una goccia, marrone e indurita, di sugo ancora sul beccuccio. Mi sono sentita afflitta per te, al vederla, come mai prima.

I grieved for you. Thanks for sharing.

Feelings are what make us human. The poem can be interpreted in more ways than one. A loss remains a loss. It is how it affects us emotionally, is what matters. I am sad for Jane.Kenyon.

with a hard, brown drop of gravy still on the porcelain lip. -sad, but excellently written.

Touching something that someone you love who has passed away will always bring a flood of memories back..very poignant poem..I'm sorry for your loss.

Very nice. Can feel the meaning in lines.

A sincere and intimate tribute to the memory of the loved one. Thanks for sharing it here.