Weehawken Weezer



Sunday morning and kiddies asleep. Spent the 4th in Weekhawken at Jr.'s new place. The house needs much work but is full of possibilities and has an excellent feeling. Kids and I really liked being there, even Ms. Kate who HATED going to Brooklyn and would just wait miserably for us to go home again. The neighborhood is wonderful and the neighbors really welcoming. NYC skyline rises from the backyards. Saw a car with plates that said "Poet JB" on Jr's block, and an apt. for rent across from her house...I could work in NYC if we lived there...ten minute bus ride to Port Authority. Something to ponder........

Jr. has a new dog, a white highland terrier named Billy. He is very cute, sweet, and well behaved. Puts the badly behaved sausage beagle in a very bad light! Jr. can no longer say I never like her animals as Billy is a little white ball of light and I loved him right away.

Have freelance work to do on this rainy Sunday. Please god the children will entertain themselves silently while I work. I need an office.

Dutch Interiors

Christ has been done to death
in the cold reaches of northern Europe
a thousand thousand times.
Suddenly bread
and cheese appear on a plate
beside a gleaming pewter beaker of beer.

Now tell me that the Holy Ghost
does not reside in the play of light
on cutlery!

A Woman makes lace,
with a moist-eyed spaniel lying
at her small shapely feet.
Even the maid with the chamber pot
is here; the naughty, red-cheeked girl. . . .

And the merchant's wife, still
in her yellow dressing gown
at noon, dips her quill into India ink
with an air of cautious pleasure.

Jane Kenyon