All winter I watched the swarms of starlings
swooping in the northern sky like cast nets
or some foreign alphabets flying loose
and returning and rushing out again.
I wanted to live the life I desired,
as we all did, I think, our one desire,
Already have an account? Log in
Join KR for even more to read.
Or become a subscriber today and get complete, immediate access to our digital archives at every subscription level.
Read More
Park of the Doria Pamphilj
By Sarah Arvio
I know I was startled to feel like this,staring straight into the eye of the storm,the stone pines turning toward me and away—stands of them standing, and then bending back,and […]
Apology for the Death of Your Father
2005 Kenyon Review Poetry Prize for Young Writers Third-Place Winner Already have an account? Log in Join KR for even more to read. Sign up for a free account and […]
Upcoming
Workshops
Subscribe
Your free registration with The Kenyon Review includes access to exclusive content, early access to program registration, and more.
Donate
With your support, we’ll continue to cultivate talent and publish extraordinary literature from diverse voices around the world.
