JANE KENYON
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as the woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.
Sonny and Cher
Written By: Sonny Bono
They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we grow
Well I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you got me, and baby I got you
I got you babe
They say our love won't pay the rent
Before it's earned, our money's all been spent
I guess that's so, we don't have a pot
But at least I;m sure of all the things we got
I got you babe
I got flowers in the spring
I got you to wear my ring
And when I'm sad, you're a clown
And if I get scared, you're always around
Don't let them say your hair's too long
'Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong
Then put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb
I got you babe
I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so
I got you babe
There's just no accounting for happiness.
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
Who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.
And how can you forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take from its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occassion
you could not imagind, and you weep night and day
to know that you were not abandoned
that happiness saved its most extreme form for you alone
No happiness is the uncle you never
Knwe about, who flies a single-engine plane
onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikers into town,
and inquires a every door
until he finds you asleep midafternoon
as you so often are during the unmerciful
hours of your despair.
It comes to the monk in his cell
It comes to the woman sweeping the street
with a birch broom, to the child
whose mother has passed out from drink
It comes to the lover, to the dog chewing
a sock, to the pusher, to the basket maker,
and to the clerk stocking cans of carrots in the night
it comes to the boulder
in the perpetual shade of pure barrens,
to rain falling on the open sea,
to the wineglass, weary of holding wine.
When someone smiled at me today, I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner and someone saw me grin
When he smiled I realized I'd passed it on him
I thought about that smile then I realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine could travel round the earth
So, if you feel a smile begin, don't leave it undetected
Let's start an epidemic quick, and get the world infected
