{"id":137,"date":"2019-04-25T11:31:00","date_gmt":"2019-04-25T11:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/04\/25\/a-poem-for-thursday-29\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T22:45:56","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T22:45:56","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-29","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/04\/25\/a-poem-for-thursday-29\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #29"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Jane Kenyon was an American poet and translator. Her work is described as “simple, spare, and emotionally resonant.”\u00a0 \u00a0Her 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.<\/p>\n

I am the blossom pressed in a book,<\/i>
\nfound again after two hundred years…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI am the maker, the lover, and the keeper…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nWhen the young girl who starves<\/i>
\nsits down to a table<\/i>
\nshe will sit beside me…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI am food on the prisoner’s plate…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI am water rushing to the wellhead,<\/i>
\nfilling the pitcher until it spills…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI am the patient gardener<\/i>
\nof the dry and weedy garden…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI am the stone step,<\/i>
\nthe latch, and the working hinge…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI am the heart contracted by joy…<\/i>
\nthe longest hair, white<\/i>
\nbefore the rest…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI am there in the basket of fruit<\/i>
\npresented to the widow…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI am the musk rose opening<\/i>
\nunattended, the fern on the boggy summit…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI am the one whose love<\/i>
\novercomes you, already with you<\/i>
\nwhen you think to call my name…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nBriefly it Enters, and Briefly Speaks<\/i>
\nJane Kenyon<\/p>\n

Visit Brona’s Books<\/a>\u00a0and Pastry & Purls<\/a>\u00a0to read more Poems for a Thursday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Jane Kenyon was an American poet and translator. Her work is described as “simple, spare, and emotionally resonant.”\u00a0 \u00a0Her 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 Visit Brona’s Books\u00a0and Pastry & Purls\u00a0to read more Poems for a Thursday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1585,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-137","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=137"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2599,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions\/2599"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1585"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=137"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=137"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}