Jane Kenyon

(1947-1995 / United States)

The Clearing - Poem by Jane Kenyon

The dog and I push through the ring
of dripping junipers
to enter the open space high on the hill
where I let him off the leash.

He vaults, snuffling, between tufts of moss;
twigs snap beneath his weight; he rolls
and rubs his jowls on the aromatic earth;
his pink tongue lolls.

I look for sticks of proper heft
to throw for him, while he sits, prim
and earnest in his love, if it is love.

All night a soaking rain, and now the hill
exhales relief, and the fragrance
of warm earth. . . . The sedges
have grown an inch since yesterday,
and ferns unfurled, and even if they try
the lilacs by the barn can't
keep from opening today.

I longed for spring's thousand tender greens,
and the white-throated sparrow's call
that borders on rudeness. Do you know—
since you went away
all I can do
is wait for you to come back to me.


Comments about The Clearing by Jane Kenyon

  • Smoky Hoss (10/12/2015 1:06:00 PM)

    of all the wonders of living, the longing for love, in the final analysis, is the greatest... (Report)Reply

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  • (5/29/2014 8:56:00 PM)

    Hmmm...find this poem interesting. Sets us up for something all the way through but then throws us a curve ball in the last stanza. Different. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 23, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, May 23, 2014


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