4.03.2008

Celebrating National Poetry Month: Poem #3


Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks

by Jane Kenyon
I am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years. . . .

I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . . .

When the young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me. . . .

I am food on the prisoner's plate. . . .

I am water rushing to the wellhead,
filling the pitcher until it spills. . . .

I am the patient gardener
of the dry and weedy garden. . . .

I am the stone step,
the latch, and the working hinge. . . .

I am the heart contracted by joy. . .
the longest hair, white
before the rest. . . .

I am there in the basket of fruit
presented to the widow. . . .

I am the musk rose opening
unattended, the fern on the boggy summit. . . .

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

From The Boat of Quiet Hours by Jane Kenyon, published by Graywolf Press. © 1986 by Jane Kenyon.

3 comments :

  1. "I am the heart, contracted by joy..."

    I LOVE this one. Beautiful.

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  2. quite touching --- made me sigh.

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  3. I agree Katrina... this was a new poem for me and I love the words.
    Pamela... I agree.

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