Three Songs At The End Of Summer (Jane Kenyon Poems)
A second crop of hay lies cutand turned. Five gleaming crowssearch and peck between the rows.They make a low, companionable ...
Jane Kenyon Poems (26 Poems)
Sun And Moon (Jane Kenyon Poems)
For Donald ClarkDrugged and drowsy but not asleepI heard my blind roommate's daughterhelping her with her meal:"What's that? Squash?""No. It's ...
Christmas Away From Home (Jane Kenyon Poems)
Her sickness brought me to Connecticut.Mornings I walk the dog: that part of lifeis intact. Who's painted, who's insulatedor put ...
Private Beach (Jane Kenyon Poems)
It is always the dispossessed-someone driving a huge rusted Dodgethat's burning oil, and must costtwenty-five dollars to fill.Today before seven ...
Not Here (Jane Kenyon Poems)
Searching for pillowcases trimmedwith lace that my mother-in-lawonce made, I open the chest of drawersupstairs to find that micehave chewed ...
The Argument (Jane Kenyon Poems)
On the way to the village storeI drive through a down-draftfrom the neighbor's chimney.Woodsmoke tumbles from the eavesbacklit by sun, ...
Taking Down The Tree (Jane Kenyon Poems)
"Give me some light!" cries Hamlet'suncle midway through the murderof Gonzago. "Light! Light!" cry scatteringcourtesans. Here, as in Denmark,it's dark ...
Briefly It Enters, Briefly Speaks (Jane Kenyon Poems)
I am the blossom pressed in a book,found again after two hundred years. . . .I am the maker, the ...
Portrait Of A Figure Near Water (Jane Kenyon Poems)
Rebuked, she turned and ranuphill to the barn. Anger, the innerarsonist, held a match to her brain.She observed her life: ...
The Pond At Dusk (Jane Kenyon Poems)
A fly wounds the water but the woundsoon heals. Swallows tilt and twitteroverhead, dropping now and then towardthe outward-radiating evidence ...
The Shirt (Jane Kenyon Poems)
The shirt touches his neckand smooths over his back.It slides down his sides.It even goes down below his belt-down into ...
Not Writing (Jane Kenyon Poems)
A wasp rises to its paperynest under the eaveswhere it daubsat the gray shape,but seems unableto enter its own house.(Jane ...
Dutch Interiors (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Christ has been done to death in the cold reaches of northern Europe a thousand thousand times. Suddenly bread and ...
February: Thinking of Flowers (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Now wind torments the field, turning the white surface back on itself, back and back on itself, like an animal ...
The Suitor (Jane Kenyon Poem)
We lie back to back. Curtains lift and fall, like the chest of someone sleeping. Wind moves the leaves of ...
The Blue Bowl (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Like primitives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-handed we scraped sand and gravel back into the hole. They ...
Finding A Long Gray Hair (Jane Kenyon Poem)
I scrub the long floorboards in the kitchen, repeating the motions of other women who have lived in this house. ...
Twilight: After Haying (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Yes, long shadows go out from the bales; and yes, the soul must part from the body: what else could ...
Biscuit (Jane Kenyon Poem)
The dog has cleaned his bowl and his reward is a biscuit, which I put in his mouth like a ...
Having it Out with Melancholy (Jane Kenyon Poem)
1FROM THE NURSERY When I was born, you waited behind a pile of linen in the nursery, and when we ...
Otherwise (Jane Kenyon Poem)
I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, ...
Notes from the Other Side (Jane Kenyon Poem)
I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here. Now there is no more catching one's own eye ...
Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks (Jane Kenyon Poem)
I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . I am the ...
Wash (Jane Kenyon Poem)
All day the blanket snapped and swelled on the line, roused by a hot spring wind.... From there it witnessed ...
Happiness (Jane Kenyon Poem)
There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the ...
Let Evening Come (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves ...