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Jane Kenyon Poems

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by Kenyon, Jane
 There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.

And how can...Read More



by Kenyon, Jane
 1FROM THE NURSERY


When I was born, you waited 
behind a pile of linen in the nursery, 
and when we were alone, you lay down 
on top of me, pressing
the...Read More

by Kenyon, Jane
 Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.

Nothing but white--the air, the light;
only one brown milkweed pod
bobbing...Read More

by Kenyon, Jane
 We lie back to back. Curtains
lift and fall,
like the chest of someone sleeping. 
Wind moves the leaves of the box elder; 
they show their light undersides,
turning all at once
like...Read More

by Kenyon, Jane
 I divested myself of despair
and fear when I came here.

Now there is no more catching
one's own eye in the mirror,

there are no bad books, no plastic,
no insurance premiums, and...Read More



by Kenyon, Jane
 I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I...Read More

by Kinnell, Galway
 -- for Jane kenyon


It is a day after many days of storms.
Having been washed and washed, the air glitters;
small heaped cumuli blow across the sky; a shower
visible against the...Read More

by Kenyon, Jane
 Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her...Read More

by Kenyon, Jane
 The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his mouth
like a priest offering the host.

I can't bear that trusting face!
He asks for bread,...Read More

by Valentine, Jean
 Jane is big
with death, Don
sad and kind - Jane
though she's dying
is full of mind

We talk about the table
the little walnut one
how it's like
Emily Dickinson's

But Don says No
Dickinson's
was made of...Read More

by Kenyon, Jane
 I am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years. . . .

I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . . . 

When the...Read More

by Kenyon, Jane
 Like primitives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-handed
we scraped sand and gravel
back into the hole.
 They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur,...Read More

by Kenyon, Jane
 I scrub the long floorboards
in the kitchen, repeating
the motions of other women
who have lived in this house.
And when I find a long gray hair
floating in the pail,
I feel my...Read More

by Kenyon, Jane
 Yes, long shadows go out
from the bales; and yes, the soul
must part from the body:
what else could it do?

The men sprawl near the baler, 
too tired to leave the...Read More

by Kenyon, Jane
 All day the blanket snapped and swelled
on the line, roused by a hot spring wind....
 From there it witnessed the first sparrow,
early flies lifting their sticky feet,
and a green...Read More