Jane Kenyon

“Here You always belonged here. You were theirs, certain as a rock. I’m the one who worries if I fit in with…

— Jane Kenyon

The soul's bliss and suffering are bound together.

— Jane Kenyon

“All day the blanket snapped and swelled on the line, roused by a hot spring wind.... From there it witnessed the first…

— Jane Kenyon

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

— Jane Kenyon

If you want a different life, you gotta start doing and learning different things.

— Jane Kenyon

I am the one whose love overcomes you, already with you when you think to call my name.

— Jane Kenyon

“To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come. Let it…

— Jane Kenyon

“I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here. Now there is no more catching one's own eye in the…

— Jane Kenyon

Everyone longs for love's tense joys and red delights.

— Jane Kenyon

The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so…

— Jane Kenyon

Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.

— Jane Kenyon

“Reading Aloud to My Father I chose the book haphazard from the shelf, but with Nabokov's first sentence I knew it wasn't…

— Jane Kenyon

We try a new drug, a new combination of drugs, and suddenly I fall into my life again like a vole picked…

— Jane Kenyon

My ear is not working, my poetry ear. I can't write a line that doesn't sound like pots and pans falling out…

— Jane Kenyon

If it's darkness we're having, let it be extravagant.

— Jane Kenyon

“The shirt touches his neck and smooths over his back. It slides down his sides. It even goes down below his belt—…

— Jane Kenyon

Otherwise I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless…

— Jane Kenyon

“We Let the Boat Drift I set out for the pond, crossing the ravine where seedling pines start up like sparks between…

— Jane Kenyon

“Happiness There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust…

— Jane Kenyon

A poet's job is to find a name for everything: to be a fearless finder of the names of things.

— Jane Kenyon

Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have…

— Jane Kenyon

There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at…

— Jane Kenyon