Jane Kenyon

Those nights when someone held me in my sleep, when I no longer had to go to bed alone: they'll come again. You'll find me soon enough. The Visit Jane Kenyon The talkative guest has gone, and we sit in the yard saying nothing. The

Furious to the point of tears. When was the last time I cried because I was so angry? Have you ever gone through that? I almost blacked out because of anger is not the same as nagdidilim ang paningin, and

Happy, even if am swamped by deadlines. Smiling so much my face hurts! The Shirt Jane Kenyon The shirt touches his neck and smooths over his back. It slides down his sides. It even goes down below his belt— down into his pants. Lucky shirt.

I can't sleep. I can't remember the last time I was able to stop, breathe, and just enjoy the moment. To be -- just be. To be just me. And be happy with that. So tonight, while I wait to

Thinking of windows. Let Evening Come 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.

Thinking about my pets. What would it feel like to be an animal, with a person whom you would give your life to protect and love? The Blue Bowl Jane Kenyon Like primitives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-handed we scraped sand and