A Poem for a Thursday #29


Jane Kenyon was an American poet and translator. Her work is described as "simple, spare, and emotionally resonant."   Her poems are frequently filled with rural images and a love of nature. Kenyon's poems also reference her battles with depression. She was New Hampshire's poet laureate at the time of her death from leukemia at the early age of 47.

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 young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me...

I am food on the prisoner's plate...

I am water rushing to the wellhead,
filling the pitcher until it spills...

I am the patient gardener
of the dry and weedy garden...

I am the stone step,
the latch, and the working hinge...

I am the heart contracted by joy...
the longest hair, white
before the rest...

I am there in the basket of fruit
presented to the widow...

I am the musk rose opening
unattended, the fern on the boggy summit...

I am the one whose love
overcomes you, already with you
when you think to call my name...

Briefly it Enters, and Briefly Speaks
Jane Kenyon

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2 comments

  1. Someone else that I've never heard of. What a lovely poem - and photo. Thanks.

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    1. The photo is from a walk my daughter and I took down by the river the other night.

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