My ear is not working, my poetry ear. I can't write a line that doesn't sound like pots and pans falling out of the cupboard. Jane Kenyon More Quotes by Jane Kenyon More Quotes From Jane Kenyon Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off the hook. Work regular hours. Jane Kenyon time inspirational life If it's darkness we're having, let it be extravagant. Jane Kenyon extravagant ifs darkness The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way, that people cannot live without it. Jane Kenyon truth beautiful jobs If you want a different life, you gotta start doing and learning different things. Jane Kenyon different ifs want Otherwise I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love. At noon I lay down with my mate. It might have been otherwise. We ate dinner together at a table with silver candlesticks. It might have been otherwise. I slept in a bed in a room with paintings on the walls, and planned another day just like this day. But one day, I know, it will be otherwise. Jane Kenyon strong dog sweet A poet's job is to find a name for everything: to be a fearless finder of the names of things. Jane Kenyon poetry names jobs There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away. Jane Kenyon dust feet way The soul's bliss and suffering are bound together. Jane Kenyon soul suffering together Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come. Jane Kenyon evening doe I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here. Now there is no more catching one's own eye in the mirror, there are no bad books, no plastic, no insurance premiums, and of cours eno illness. Contrition does not exist, nor gnashing of teeth. No one howls as the first clod of earth hits the casket. The poor we no longer have with us. Our calm hearts strike only the hour, and God, as promised, proves to be mercy clothed in light. Jane Kenyon eye heart book I am the one whose love overcomes you, already with you when you think to call my name. Jane Kenyon overcoming names thinking Everyone longs for love's tense joys and red delights. Jane Kenyon delight red joy
