The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way, that people cannot live without it. — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away. — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Here You always belonged here. You were theirs, certain as a rock. I’m the one who worries if I fit in with the furniture… — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
“All day the blanket snapped and swelled on the line, roused by a hot spring wind.... From there it witnessed the first sparrow, early… — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket… — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
If you want a different life, you gotta start doing and learning different things. — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
I am the one whose love overcomes you, already with you when you think to call my name. — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
“To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come. Let it come, as… — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
“I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here. Now there is no more catching one's own eye in the mirror, there… — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to… — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come. — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Reading Aloud to My Father I chose the book haphazard from the shelf, but with Nabokov's first sentence I knew it wasn't the thing… — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
