For Jane

By Stephen Stepanchev b. 1915 Stephen Stepanchev
I know that rarity precedes extinction,
Like that of the purple orchid in my garden,
Whose sudden disappearance rattled me.

Jane, in her way, is also beautiful.
And therefore near extinction, I suppose.
She is certainly rare and fragile of  bone.

She insists she is dying, day by dubious day,
And spends her evenings looking at photographs
Of  her mother, who never believed in love.

Rare Jane, I worship you. But I can’t deny
You access to the endless
With its river of cold stars.

Source: Poetry (April 2013).


This poem originally appeared in the April 2013 issue of Poetry magazine

April 2013
 Stephen  Stepanchev


Poet Stephen Stepanchev was born in Mokrin, Serbia and moved to Chicago at age seven. He earned his BA and MA from the University of Chicago, and served in World War II in the Adjutant General’s Office. He received a Bronze Star for his service. After moving to New York City at war’s end, Stepanchev earned his PhD from New York University. He is the author of numerous collections of poetry including Mining the Darkness (1975), . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Death, Time & Brevity, Relationships, Family & Ancestors, Men & Women

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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