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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
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Mark Lewis Berryann
(11/23/2009 1:12:00 PM) |
The farm references hit home and pulled me in, having grown up in a small farm town in New Jersey. When I read the title I had a strong sense of where you heading with this poem (maybe due to lack of light around me for some time now) . Still your words have brought comfort and for that I am thankful.10
Mark
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Sandra Osborne
(1/8/2007 2:54:00 PM) |
WOW WOW WOW! ! ! dripping with the talent that flows so strong with the repeated phrase 'Let Evening Come'. And the ending, you started excelently strong and built to a stunning ending with visions of sights and sounds all within a few stanza's and words. This is simply one of the very best poems that I have read on this site. Simply Excellent.10++
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