tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post2663017437019916496..comments2024-03-29T09:06:41.513-04:00Comments on Read Write Believe: Poetry Friday: Jane Kenyon's HappinessSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-15592889539278905342008-09-06T14:04:00.000-04:002008-09-06T14:04:00.000-04:00I pretty much love everything Jane Kenyon ever wro...I pretty much love everything Jane Kenyon ever wrote, but this one especially keenly. I think it's so poignant when paired with Kenyon's own truth as a depressive. Still, even then, happiness just shows up...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-22974405955420144782008-09-06T11:46:00.000-04:002008-09-06T11:46:00.000-04:00I love this poem. And I just LOVE what Mary Lee h...I love this poem. And I just LOVE what Mary Lee has to say in response. I sure hope she's right: I need to catch the happiness cat!Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15169707337312707247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-76051893644128927252008-09-06T06:54:00.000-04:002008-09-06T06:54:00.000-04:00I'm trying to think of a time when happiness reall...I'm trying to think of a time when happiness really left me. Up and gone. Nowhere to be found. Those times are rare. Like the time the previous cat snuck into the upstairs closet that connected our half of the double to our neighbors', fell through their kitchen ceiling panels, and hid under their bed.<BR/><BR/>No, I think happiness is more like the current cat, who has a plethora of fur between his toes, which allows him to be right there in the room with you one minute and gone the next without a sound. Not gone-gone, but quite disappeared from view, and back as soon as he's ready but not a minute sooner.Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-11114109416772327452008-09-05T15:34:00.000-04:002008-09-05T15:34:00.000-04:00That Jane Kenyon really knew her way around a poem...That Jane Kenyon really knew her way around a poem. Lovely.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-10078645504506490942008-09-05T11:44:00.000-04:002008-09-05T11:44:00.000-04:00What a gorgeous poem. I'm going to savor it all da...What a gorgeous poem. I'm going to savor it all day.jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-81404305841402587522008-09-05T10:44:00.000-04:002008-09-05T10:44:00.000-04:00I love this poem; it describes such an ephemeral t...I love this poem; it describes such an ephemeral thing so beautifully.<BR/><BR/>Isn't it just the nature of the human psyche that we expect happiness to be gone, and the unmerciful bleakness to sort of be the family with whom we <I>live</I>?!<BR/><BR/>What strange creatures we are. <BR/><BR/>Happy Friday.tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-36431675336635026072008-09-05T09:18:00.000-04:002008-09-05T09:18:00.000-04:00Thanks for some Jane Kenyon on a cloudy Friday mor...Thanks for some Jane Kenyon on a cloudy Friday morning. I like her poetry. I'm going to read and savor this when I get back home in a while here. I'm glad to know Jane'll be waiting.Jules at 7-Imphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439756778611468303noreply@blogger.com