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…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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…