Poems by Jane Kenyon
Thinking of Madame Bovary
... How strong its appetite for the luxury of the sun! ...
The Shirt
... It even goes down below his belt&mdash ...
Briefly It Enters, Briefly Speaks
... . . . I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper ...
Sun and Moon
... I looked at the tables, chairs, and pictures ...
The Clearing
... he rolls and rubs his jowls on the aromatic earth ...
Let Evening Come
... To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop ...
Happiness
... you could not imagine, and you weep night and day ...
Taking Down the Tree
... By suppertime all that remains is the scent ...
Wash
... ... From there it witnessed the first sparrow, ...
Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks
... . . .I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper ...
Having it Out with Melancholy
... someone who can't sleep, or who does nothing ...
Notes from the Other Side
... Our calm hearts strike only the hour,and God, as promised, proves ...
February: Thinking of Flowers
... . . .Then think of the tall delphinium, ...
The Suitor
... Wind moves the leaves of the box elder ...
Twilight: After Haying
... (It arrived and settled among them ...
