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 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. Trouble with Math in a One-Room Country School 12/4/2015
34. Twilight: After Haying 1/20/2003
35. Wash 1/13/2003
36. What Came To Me 3/7/2015
Best Poem of Jane Kenyon

Happiness

There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.

And how can you not forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take from its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occasion
you could not imagine, and you weep night and day
to know that you were not abandoned,
that happiness saved its most extreme form
for you alone.

No, happiness is the uncle you never
knew about, who flies a single-engine plane
onto the grassy...

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Biscuit

The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his mouth
like a priest offering the host.

I can't bear that trusting face!
He asks for bread, expects
bread, and I in my power
might have given him a stone.

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