Tuesday, November 04, 2014

When losses pile and darkness looms



Poems often help in times of difficulty.
I have been thinking of Jane Kenyon for a while
and wanted to share this poem...

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Let Evening Come

BY JANE KENYON

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving   
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing   
as a woman takes up her needles   
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned   
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.   
Let the wind die down. Let the shed   
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop   
in the oats, to air in the lung   
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t   
be afraid. God does not leave us   
comfortless, so let evening come.
Share this text ...?
Jane Kenyon, “Let Evening Come” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2005 by the Estate of Jane Kenyon. Reprinted with the permission of Graywolf Press, St. Paul, Minnesota, www.graywolfpress.org.

Source: Let Evening Come: Poems (Graywolf Press, 1990)

3 comments:

October Rose said...

Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

Elizabeth @ The Garden Window said...

That's lovely.

Lisa said...

Oh, I love it! I'm glad you posted it.