Jane Kenyon

(1947-1995 / United States)

Jane Kenyon Poems

1. Afternoon at MacDowell -new- 4/24/2015
2. The Argument 5/23/2014
3. Thinking Of Madame Bovary 5/23/2014
4. No Steps 5/23/2014
5. Gettysburg: July 1, 1863 5/23/2014
6. What Came To Me 3/7/2015
7. The Clearing 5/23/2014
8. Heavy Summer Rain 5/23/2014
9. Alone For A Week 5/23/2014
10. Not Writing 4/21/2010
11. Private Beach 4/21/2010
12. Not Here 4/21/2010
13. Taking Down The Tree 4/21/2010
14. Three Songs At The End Of Summer 4/21/2010
15. Christmas Away From Home 4/21/2010
16. Sun And Moon 4/21/2010
17. The Pond At Dusk 4/21/2010
18. The Shirt 4/21/2010
19. Portrait Of A Figure Near Water 4/21/2010
20. Dutch Interiors 1/20/2003
21. Twilight: After Haying 1/20/2003
22. Wash 1/13/2003
23. Finding A Long Gray Hair 1/13/2003
24. February: Thinking Of Flowers 1/20/2003
25. Notes From The Other Side 1/20/2003
26. Biscuit 1/13/2003
27. The Blue Bowl 1/13/2003
28. The Suitor 1/20/2003
29. Briefly It Enters, And Briefly Speaks 1/20/2003
30. Otherwise 1/13/2003
31. Let Evening Come 1/20/2003
32. Happiness 1/20/2003
33. Having It Out With Melancholy 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Jane Kenyon

Having It Out With Melancholy

1FROM THE NURSERY


When I was born, you waited
behind a pile of linen in the nursery,
and when we were alone, you lay down
on top of me, pressing
the bile of desolation into every pore.


And from that day on
everything under the sun and moon
made me sad -- even the yellow
wooden beads that slid and spun
along a spindle on my crib.


You taught me to exist without gratitude.
You ruined my manners toward God:
"We're here simply to wait for death;
the pleasures of earth are overrated."


I only appeared to ...

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The Blue Bowl

Like primitives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-handed
we scraped sand and gravel
back into the hole.
They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feathers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.

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