Jane Kenyon

(1947-1995 / United States)

Jane Kenyon Poems

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

Christ has been done to death
in the cold reaches of northern Europe
a thousand thousand times.
Suddenly bread
and cheese appear on a plate
beside a gleaming pewter beaker of beer.

Now tell me that the Holy Ghost
does not reside in the play of light

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