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Heavy Summer Rain

The grasses in the field have toppled,
and in places it seems that a large, now
absent, animal must have passed the night.
The hay will right itself if the day

turns dry. I miss you steadily, painfully.
None of your blustering entrances
or exits, doors swinging wildly
on their hinges, or your huge unconscious
sighs when you read something sad,
like Henry Adams’s letters from Japan,
where he traveled after Clover died.

Everything blooming bows down in the rain:
white irises, red peonies; and the poppies
with their black and secret centers
lie shattered on the lawn.

Credit


Jane Kenyon, "Heavy Summer Rain" from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2005 by the Estate of Jane Kenyon. Reprinted with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc., on behalf of Graywolf Press, graywolfpress.org.

Author


Jane Kenyon

Jane Kenyon was born on May 23, 1947, in Ann Arbor, Michigan. She is the author of four books of poetry, including Constance (Graywolf Press, 1993). The recipient of a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts, Kenyon died on April 22, 1995.

Date Published: 2005-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/heavy-summer-rain