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I read my first Jane Kenyon poem, Let Evening Come, during National Poetry Month last year. Since then, I've shared two other Kenyon poems here, Full Moon in Winter and my favorite, The Pear. (As a bonus, the link to The Pear includes a Ted Kooser poem.) It was tough narrowing down which Jane Kenyon to post today. Maybe I can share more in future FreeVerse entries.
I read my first Jane Kenyon poem, Let Evening Come, during National Poetry Month last year. Since then, I've shared two other Kenyon poems here, Full Moon in Winter and my favorite, The Pear. (As a bonus, the link to The Pear includes a Ted Kooser poem.) It was tough narrowing down which Jane Kenyon to post today. Maybe I can share more in future FreeVerse entries.
Ice Out
As late as yesterday ice preoccupied
the pond -- dark, half-melted, waterlogged.
Then it sank in the night, one piece,
taking winter with it. And afterward
everything seems simple and good.
All afternoon I lifted oak leaves
from the flowerbeds, and greeted
like friends the green-white crowns
of perennials. They have the tender,
unnerving beauty of a baby's head.
How I hated to come in! I've left
the windows open to hear the peepers'
wildly disproportionate cries.
Dinner is over, no one stirs. The dog
sighs, sneezes, and closes his eyes.
7 comments:
A lovely seasonal choice of poem, thanks kelly.
Oh, this is exactly what we need right now: the promise of spring! I wish our ice would go and take winter with it, the sooner the better!
I've given up on Spring. I feel like we'll be cold forever. Great poem. Blessings...
Fantastic choice of poetry for this time of year, when winter isn't quite over, but we are sarting to be teased with spring-like days. I like how the poet describes opening the windows...can't wait until I can do that again.
Nice, nice, nice!
Oh .. this captures just what I'm feeling right now in such a wonderful way! You pick the most wonderful poems each week ... you're really expanding my poetic horizons!
What a calming poem.
This was my favorite:
They have the tender,
unnerving beauty of a baby's head.
quid
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