Thanks so much to cowboy for sending me
a link to this:
featuring Donald Hall and Jane Kenyon.
If you have a spare hour,
(and truly, to do it justice, you need to sit down and watch it to its end)
follow the link and sit back and listen to beautful poetry
and wonder at such gifts given to both writer and reader.
There is no shortage of irony and bittersweetness in listening to Donald Hall,
in 1993, describe his then current struggle with metastasized colon cancer, and
his estimated statistical life span: about 4 years. So he
was thinking and writing a lot about death and about living
life in the present moment, day by day.
Donald is now 85 years old and still very much alive and writing.
Jane Kenyon died 18 months after this documentary.
In A Life Together, Jane Kenyon gives a beautiful reading of this poem:
Let Evening Come
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.
~ by Jane Kenyon