Let evening come

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

Last weekend I read Donald Hall’s The Best Day the Worst Day: Life with Jane Kenyon and it devastated me.  Plain-spoken and hugely powerful, this book is an elegy for his life’s great companion, gone too soon.  In his hands, the everyday shimmers.

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  1. Connie
    Posted January 17, 2014 at 2:44 am | Permalink

    I love these posts…but I sorely miss seeing the more acquisitive side of you! When will you post about shoes, clothes, pretty things, jewelry, design, etc? You have excellent taste…in fact, I think you can develop a thriving side job as a fashion blogger

    I think you were the one who introduced me to Bee Eadie’s Atlantic Pacific blog. Now, whenever I go through Etsy, I think, I wonder what Lindsey Mead would say about this item? Would she raise an eyebrow at this outfit? What does she think about the whole neon thing????
    I’m looking for a new handbag that’s made in America, but I keep thinking, I want to ask Lindsey if this is fashionable or this is just plain questionable…

    Your fans want to see the Vogue reader come out!

    admin Reply:

    This makes me smile … thank you! In my dreams I am a fashion blogger 🙂 xox

  2. Posted January 17, 2014 at 8:03 am | Permalink

    “In his hands, the everyday shimmers.” Yes. True of both of them. We lost her too soon. I have loved reading his words about her, though they are inevitably bittersweet.

  3. Posted January 17, 2014 at 10:49 am | Permalink

    Oh, I love Donald Hall so much. Beautiful poem by Jane. Their story slays me.

  4. Posted January 17, 2014 at 11:35 am | Permalink

    Read that book in a day, and remember it still all these years later as cutting to the bone of love and loss. And this is one of my favorite poems of hers.

  5. Posted January 18, 2014 at 7:29 am | Permalink

    Beautiful reminders. Thank you.

  6. Posted January 18, 2014 at 11:38 am | Permalink

    Longing and ache, stripped and given so freely. Lovely.

  7. Posted January 18, 2014 at 12:08 pm | Permalink

    I love Connie’s comment! You could totally do a side gig as a fashion/lifestyle blogger. You know, in your free time 😉

  8. Posted January 21, 2014 at 3:45 pm | Permalink

    I have been away for weeks, but have a bit of time to catch up online today. And this: One of my favorite poems. Thank you!