The Visit
by Jane Kenyon
The talkative guest has gone,
and we sit in the yard
saying nothing. The slender moon
comes over the peak of the barn.
The air is damp, and dense
with the scent of honeysuckle….
The last clever story has been told
and answered with laughter.
With my sleeping self I met
my obligations, but now I am aware
of the silence, and your affection,
and the delicate sadness of dusk.
You can find this poem in the collection Otherwise by Jane Kenyon.
Life of Kim 