Jane Kenyon
Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks – Jane Kenyon
I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . […]
The Bat – Jane Kenyon
I was reading about rationalism, the kind of thing we do up north in early […]
Let Evening Come – Jane Kenyon
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the […]
Notes from the Other Side – Jane Kenyon
I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here. Now there is no […]