Poem: In Several Colors

In Sev­er­al Col­ors by Jane Keny­on From Col­lect­ed Poems Every morn­ing, cup of cof­fee in hand, I look out at the moun­tain. Ordi­nar­i­ly, it’s blue, but today it’s the col­or of an egg­plant. And the sky turns from gray to pale apri­cot as…

Poem: April Chores

April Chores by Jane Keny­on When I take the chilly tools from the shed’s dark­ness, I come out to a world made new by heat and light. The snake basks and dozes on a large flat stone. It reared and scold­ed me for rak­ing too close…

Poetry: The Blue Bowl

The Blue Bowl –Jane Keny­on From Oth­er­wise: New & Select­ed Poems Like prim­i­tives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-hand­ed we scraped sand and grav­el back into the hole.                                They fell with a hiss and thud on his side, on his long red fur, the…

Poetry: Ice Storm

Ice Storm –Jane Keny­on From Oth­er­wise: New and Select­ed Poems For the hem­locks and broad-leafed ever­greens a beau­ti­ful and pre­car­i­ous state of being… Here in the sub­urbs of New Haven nature, unre­strained, lops the weak­er limbs of shrubs and trees with a sense of…

Poetry: Happiness

Happi­ness –Jane Keny­on From Oth­er­wise New & Select­ed Poems 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. And how can you…

Poetry: Philosophy in Warm Weather

Philos­o­phy in Warm Weath­er –Jane Keny­on Now all the doors and win­dows are open, and we move so eas­i­ly through the rooms. Cats roll on the sun­ny rugs, and a clum­sy wasp climbs the pane, paus­ing to rub a leg over her head.…

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