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adamcarrico91's review
5.0
This is truly an A+ selection of poems! I was blown away. I only knew a couple of her poems before starting this book and was shocked to find so much brilliance.
“What she felt then would, like heavy wind and rain, bring any open flower to the ground.”
“Now tell me that the Holy Ghost does not reside in the play of light on cutlery!”
“How much better it is to carry wood to the fire than to moan about your life. How much better to throw the garbage onto the compost, or to pin the clean sheet on the line with a gray-brown wooden clothes pin!”
“What she felt then would, like heavy wind and rain, bring any open flower to the ground.”
“Now tell me that the Holy Ghost does not reside in the play of light on cutlery!”
“How much better it is to carry wood to the fire than to moan about your life. How much better to throw the garbage onto the compost, or to pin the clean sheet on the line with a gray-brown wooden clothes pin!”
aneumann's review
5.0
This was exquisite. I'm sad that Kenyon only wrote 4 collections before she died, but my god her poetry is exquisite. The way she writes about melancholy, a walk through nature, or even the perfect pleasure of a simple yet beautiful day. Loved this so very much.
spacejamz's review
4.0
Favorites, in chronological order:
From Room to Room
Here
The Needle
My Mother
Ironing Grandmother's Tablecloth
Full Moon in Winter
Year Day
Now That We Live
At the Town Dump
Drink, Eat, Sleep
Summer 1890: Near the Gulf
The Bat
Song
Things
In the Grove: The Poet at Ten
Taking Down the Tree
The Blue Bowl
The Letter
We Let the Boat Drift
Heavy Summer Rain
After An Illness, Walking the Dog
Looking at Stars
The Stroller
Biscuit
In Memory of Jack
The Way Things Are in Franklin
From Room to Room
Here
The Needle
My Mother
Ironing Grandmother's Tablecloth
Full Moon in Winter
Year Day
Now That We Live
At the Town Dump
Drink, Eat, Sleep
Summer 1890: Near the Gulf
The Bat
Song
Things
In the Grove: The Poet at Ten
Taking Down the Tree
The Blue Bowl
The Letter
We Let the Boat Drift
Heavy Summer Rain
After An Illness, Walking the Dog
Looking at Stars
The Stroller
Biscuit
In Memory of Jack
The Way Things Are in Franklin
alltheradreads's review
2.0
I wasn’t a huge fan of this poetry collection — it just didn’t resonate with me or particularly interest me in this season.
coldinaugust's review
2.0
I appreciated learning about Jane Kenyon's life and reading through a large representation of her work, but I just couldn't get into the majority of her poems. Which was weird, because I saw a lot of my personal style reflected here, but we both have a problem with creating universal poetry, poetry that speaks to an audience larger than ourselves. Too many personal references, I think is the problem, although I'm not entirely sure.
The poem that enticed me to seek out the rest of her work was "Let Evening Come", a superb poem featured in one of the poetry anthologies I read earlier this year. That's probably my favorite piece of hers, although I also appreciated her poems about depression.
The poem that enticed me to seek out the rest of her work was "Let Evening Come", a superb poem featured in one of the poetry anthologies I read earlier this year. That's probably my favorite piece of hers, although I also appreciated her poems about depression.
veniasum's review
5.0
A reminder that the thing in itself is a perfectly adequate symbol, as Donald Hall might say.
wtfisapoet's review
Jane Kenyon finds the flowers' sulking in the weight of the rain or dew. She hears the growl of that animal living in a burning stove. She went to the same church as Mary Oliver and Rilke. She understood that the simplest things were not simple at all and this simple truth she took from them to write beautiful poem after beautiful poem. This is why you read Jane Kenyon or why you don't
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