Friday, October 16, 2009

Poetry Friday: Let Evening Come

The older I get, the more acutely I am aware of the passing of the seasons,
the passing of time,
and the passing of all things.

And so, I was moved by this short poem by Jane Kenyon who, it seems, never fails to move me.

Let Evening Come

by Jane Kenyon

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

(read the rest of the poem here.)

Laura Salas has the Poetry Friday round up today.


Elaine Magliaro said...


"Let Evening Come" is one of my all-time favorite poems. It never fails to move me too. I read it at my father-in-law's funeral service.

Roxane B. Salonen said...

It's beautiful, Karen. This was the first time my eyes and heart have see and heard this. Thank you...just lovely.

Barbara H. said...

That is lovely.

Sara said...

You could share this poem every evening and it would never grow old.

Beth said...

Thank you so much for sharing this. I love Jane Kenyon's poems, but had never read this one. And I needed it last night.