Author: Jane Kenyon

1FROM THE NURSERY When I was born, you waited Behind a pile of linen in the nursery, And when we […]

We lie back to back. Curtains Lift and fall, Like the chest of someone sleeping. Wind moves the leaves of […]

I divested myself of despair And fear when I came here. Now there is no more catching One’s own eye […]

Like primitives we buried the cat With his bowl. Bare-handed We scraped sand and gravel Back into the hole. They […]

Let the light of late afternoon Shine through chinks in the barn, moving Up the bales as the sun moves […]