7.09.2014

Let Evening Come


 When I returned home today in the afternoon I cooled down with a an icy drink and AC. It was almost a hundred degrees. A tour of the garden was in my plants, but it would have to wait.  After some reading, writing, a short nap, and dinner it cooled down. I enjoyed running the open hose on pots of flowers, letting my feet get soaked.  The cooler air helped. It reminded me of this poem, one of my favorites. While this hot spell is happening I think I will chant these three words every day. Let evening come.


Let Evening Come

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

Let the cricket take up chafing   
as a woman takes up her needles   
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned   
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.   
Let the wind die down. Let the shed   
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop   
in the oats, to air in the lung   
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t   
be afraid. God does not leave us   
comfortless, so let evening come.
Jane Kenyon, “Let Evening Come” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2005 by the Estate of Jane Kenyon. Reprinted with the permission of Graywolf Press, St. Paul, Minnesota, www.graywolfpress.org.

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