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Thursday, August 23, 2007

For Daisy Lupin's poetry fest!



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

Photo of old Arkansas barn and passionflower by Mr. Pear. August 2007

6 comments:

Carmen said...

Wonderful poem! And great picture!
I have a perfect poem by Mary Oliver for this poetry fest, too.

Annie said...

Kenyon's poem made me catch my breath. So lovely. Thank you for that, Lila.

Ninnie said...

Love the poem. The picture brings back memories of my childhood.

Gemma said...

Mr. Pear is a good photographer. I like that old barn photo.Great poem.

Mary Timme said...

I love it when you talk about Mr. Pear! What a cut name. Neat-o poem!

Bimbimbie said...

I came over to ask if AR had large skies for star and moon viewing I'm guessing yes after seeing Mr Pear's gorgeous old barn photo and the poem you have chosen is beautiful *!*

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