JANE KENYON

Depression

. . . a mote. A little world. Dusty. Dusty.
The universe is dust. Who can bear it?
Christ comes. The women feed him, bathe his feet
with tears, bring spices, find the empty tomb,
burst out to tell the men, are not believed. . . .

My husband the scientist pointed this poem out and said he thinks it ties into the issue of women being neglected in the PW poetry on the web article. Perhaps it's that the women in the poem are doing so much work and not getting any credit. From Christ comes male-dominated religious/political structures (but that's a whole 'nother topic). Perhaps it's that, right now, women bloggers are crying foul and are not being believed . . .