Monday, May 24, 2010

well isn't that lovely

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, “Let Evening Come” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2005


pamero said...

Oh, that is nice. And comforting. Thanks Ms.Kenyon.

corrie said...

I have shivers. I'll be coming back to read this often : )

Betty Jane said...

Lovely indeed. Thanks for this.

Koala Bear Writer said...

very nice.