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Sexy Asian Singles

Jane Kenyon  

senfully 55F  
618 posts
4/22/2021 1:11 pm
Jane Kenyon


Jane Kenyon lived and wrote poems from 1947 to 1995.

Jane Kenyon
written April 17th, 2021

I want to ask her
so many questions,
like why she chose
to put that one
word
alone on that line.

But she has gone
where I can not ask
so I will have to find my answers
in the spaces between her words
in the pauses at the ends of lines
and in the silences between her stanzas.

senfully 55F  
443 posts
4/22/2021 1:13 pm

2 of my favorite poems by Jane Kenyon. I could post so many!
__________
Afternoon In The House [1978]
by Jane Kenyon

It’s quiet here. The cats​
sprawl, each​
in a favored place.
The geranium leans this way​
to see if I’m writing about her:​
head all petals, brown​
stalks, and those green fans.
So you see, I am writing about you.

I turn on the radio. Wrong.
Let’s not have any noise
in this room, except
the sound of a voice reading a poem.
The cats request
The Meadow Mouse, by Theodore Roethke.

The house settles down on its haunches​
for a doze.
I know you are with me, plants,​
and cats—and even so, I’m frightened,​
sitting in the middle of perfect​
possibility.

__________
Peonies At Dusk [1993]
by Jane Kenyon

White peonies blooming along the porch​
send out light
while the rest of the yard grows dim.

Outrageous flowers as big as human​
heads! They’re staggered​
by their own luxuriance: I had​
to prop them up with stakes and twine.

The moist air intensifies their scent,​
and the moon moves around the barn​
to find out what it’s coming from.

In the darkening June evening​
I draw a blossom near, and bending close​
search it as a woman searches​
a loved one’s face.


donsv1962 61M

4/22/2021 2:17 pm

good poem

I want to take you into the fiery lair of steamy sexual delight on this hot sultry night.


kamaruhl3 63M
4985 posts
4/22/2021 2:31 pm

i think you wrote a perfect poem about her. i can see by her work where you get some of your inspiration


Leegs2012 51M
96137 posts
4/22/2021 2:43 pm

Words well written.


Ultraviolet_Sol 43M
622 posts
4/22/2021 7:29 pm

It is interesting how a poem can communicate, even through it's form or appearance. I like how you pay tribute to Kenyon, who I intend to look into.

It is also interesting how spaces can speak. I am not shore if our American culture appreciates such nuances as other cultures. Of course this is a generalized observation, and there are segments of our population of all sorts.

But if you look at the Japanese for example. They, as a culture, have an appreciation for these sorts of things. Of course they are collective and no better or worse than anyone else. I was looking into the style of their comic books and story telling styles and they definitely use space to their advantage and to advance their narratives and meanings.

All these things are cool to delve into.

Great writing.

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