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Jane Kenyon - Twilight: After Haying

Yes, long shadows go out
from the bales; and yes, the soul
must part from the body:
what else could it do?

The men sprawl near the baler, 
too tired to leave the field.
They talk and smoke,
and the tips of their cigarettes
blaze like small roses 
in the night air. (It arrived
and settled among them
before they were aware.)

The moon comes 
to count the bales,
and the dispossessed--
Whip-poor-will, Whip-poor-will
--sings from the dusty stubble.

These things happen. . .the soul's bliss
and suffering are bound together
like the grasses. . .

The last, sweet exhalations
of timothy and vetch
go out with the song of the bird; 
the ravaged field
grows wet with dew. 

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Poet: Jane Kenyon
Poem: Twilight: After Haying
Poem of the Day: Sep 4 2009

Comment 1 of 1, added on February 8th, 2007 at 7:59 PM.

I tried to capture the scene of this poetry one early evening in Alberta Canada. I will place this piece with a photo I took of the rolled bales. I really like this piece. Nicely done.

Kim from United States

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