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Apr 2021
~Jane Kenyon lived and wrote poems from 1947 to 1995.

Jane Kenyon
written April 17th, 2021

I want to ask her
so many questions,
like why she chose
to put that one
word
alone on that line.

But she has gone
where I can not ask
so I will have to find my answers
in the spaces between her words
in the pauses at the ends of lines
and in the silences between her stanzas.
2 of my favorite poems by Jane Kenyon. I could post so many!
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Afternoon In The House [1978]
by Jane Kenyon

It’s quiet here. The cats​
sprawl, each​
in a favored place.
The geranium leans this way​
to see if I’m writing about her:​
head all petals, brown​
stalks, and those green fans.
So you see, I am writing about you.  

I turn on the radio. Wrong.
Let’s not have any noise
in this room, except
the sound of a voice reading a poem.
The cats request
The Meadow Mouse, by Theodore Roethke.  

The house settles down on its haunches​
for a doze.
I know you are with me, plants,​
and cats—and even so, I’m frightened,​
sitting in the middle of perfect​
possibility.

__________
Peonies At Dusk [1993]
by Jane Kenyon

White peonies blooming along the porch​
send out light
while the rest of the yard grows dim.  

Outrageous flowers as big as human​
heads! They’re staggered​
by their own luxuriance: I had​
to prop them up with stakes and twine.  

The moist air intensifies their scent,​
and the moon moves around the barn​
to find out what it’s coming from.  

In the darkening June evening​
I draw a blossom near, and bending close​
search it as a woman searches​
a loved one’s face.
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