That’s how I discovered Jane Kenyon, flipping through the first few pages of slim poetry books. So when my then-husband and I were listening to NPR one day as we drove to the mall and an interview with Donald Hall came on it caught my attention. It caught his too – this discussion of the love story that was Hall and Kenyon’s life story. We were newly married then, young, mid-20s (too young to be married, really, but that’s another story) and the idea of losing someone – a true partner and soul-mate and peer and fellow artist – at such a young age seemed beyond comprehension. We had each experienced loss by then, of course. I had lost a young uncle to a brain aneurysm and he a much deeper, more violent loss when his best friend in college was stabbed and killed trying to break up a bar fight. But there was something about the interview with Hall – the discussion of his wife’s slow death, the time they had to talk about their life together, his experience of loss – that hit us both hard. #readmoreontheblog #linkinbio #linkinbio👆 #poetrymatters #poetrycommunity #poets #donaldhall #janekenyon #otherwise #without #vinegarandvanilla #moments
