The Visit by Jane Kenyon

Jane Kenyon

The Visit by Jane Kenyon

T.

Those nights when someone held me in my sleep, when I no longer had to go to bed alone: they’ll come again. You’ll find me soon enough.

The Visit

Jane Kenyon

The talkative guest has gone,

and we sit in the yard

saying nothing. The slender moon

comes over the peak of the barn.

The air is damp, and dense

with the scent of honeysuckle…

The last clever story has been told

and answered with laughter.

With my sleeping self I met

my obligations, but now I am aware

of the silence, and your affection,

and the delicate sadness of dusk.

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