Jane Kenyon

(1947-1995 / United States)

Briefly It Enters, And Briefly Speaks - Poem by Jane Kenyon

I am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years. . . .

I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . . .

When the young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me. . . .

I am food on the prisoner's plate. . . .

I am water rushing to the wellhead,
filling the pitcher until it spills. . . .

I am the patient gardener
of the dry and weedy garden. . . .

I am the stone step,
the latch, and the working hinge. . . .

I am the heart contracted by joy. . .
the longest hair, white
before the rest. . . .

I am there in the basket of fruit
presented to the widow. . . .

I am the musk rose opening
unattended, the fern on the boggy summit. . . .

I am the one whose love
overcomes you, already with you
when you think to call my name. . . .

Form: Ars Poetica

Comments about Briefly It Enters, And Briefly Speaks by Jane Kenyon

  • (8/6/2016 9:39:00 AM)

    Stunning, stunning imagry! Eloquent, expressive commentary
    I never tire from reading Jane Kenyon...She is a metaphor for pastoral pain and pleasure
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  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/15/2015 9:38:00 AM)

    I am the one whose love
    overcomes you, already with you
    when you think to call my name..

    - ITALIAN:

    Io sono quella il cui amore
    ti sopraffà, sono già con te
    quando ti sovviene di pronunciare il mio nome..
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  • (10/12/2015 12:58:00 PM)

    There is so much grace in this poem, that it nearly flys away... (Report) Reply

  • (12/7/2009 4:20:00 PM)

    I enjoyed this poem, oh special one, a 200 year old pressed blossom, the surprise at the party that makes the party swing or the missing colour from the cotten box without which we cannot finish the dress. Ruthie: o) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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