~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! __________ 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.