Jane Kenyon

(1947-1995 / United States)

Jane Kenyon Poems

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