Saturday 15 October 2011

Briefly It Enters, Briefly It Speaks by Jane Kenyon

I'd never heard of Jane Kenyon until last week and I've already decided to do everything in my power to look like her. This is a beautifully simple poem that's probably about God. Funny how that put me off at first - until I realised how hypocritical I was being, considering I have a poster of The Last Judgement on my bedroom wall.



Briefly It Enters, Briefly It Speaks

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. . . .

Jane Kenyon

3 comments:

  1. Roisin, this really is a beautiful poem! While it certainly could describe what some refer to as 'god' it could equally describe the essence of those moments of pure unmitigated joy and contentment and happiness as we experience Life and as we do good things in our Lives. Simple and beautiful. Thanks for sharing! Cheers! Chris

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  2. Hello from California! Let me know how you like Slaughterhouse-Five. It's one of my favorite books so I'm happy to see you reading it. :)

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  3. Christopher, I completely agree - it's a poem that can be interpreted in a multitude of ways because of the beauty of the language, and they don't have to be religious. I think that's part of the reason why I like it.

    Julie, I just finished it! Will attempt a review once my head stops spinning!

    Roisin :)

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