In this poem, Jane Kenyon speaks of moments that come with the force of revelation.
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I Am the Blossom Pressed in the Book
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Dancing in the Face of Darkness
In “Evening Sun,” poet Kenyon remembers a life-affirming moment as a child that would bolster her as an adult.
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Let the Evening Come
Jane Kenyon’s “Let Evening Come” takes the terror out of darkness by reminding that “God does not leave us comfortless.”
God Does Not Leave Us Comfortless
As my father struggles to retain his memory, I think of Jonathan Swift.
