The title poem of Kenyon's posthumously published collection, this work is eerily prescient: Kenyon died prematurely of a fulminant leukemia. The poem was first published, however, in an earlier collection, well before her illness. In typical understated style, Kenyon fuses the quotidian with the profound. Savor the simple and essential things you take for granted, she tells us. But you must take for granted that it will all end.