{"id":11444,"date":"2025-08-29T18:08:04","date_gmt":"2025-08-29T22:08:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/poet-jane-kenyon-on-the-art-of-letting-go-the-marginalian\/"},"modified":"2025-08-29T18:08:04","modified_gmt":"2025-08-29T22:08:04","slug":"poet-jane-kenyon-on-the-art-of-letting-go-the-marginalian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/poet-jane-kenyon-on-the-art-of-letting-go-the-marginalian\/","title":{"rendered":"Poet Jane Kenyon on the Art of Letting Go \u2013 The Marginalian"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The vital force of life is charged by the poles of holding on and letting go<\/a>. We know that the price of love is loss, and yet we love anyway<\/a>; that our atoms will one day belong to generations of other living creatures<\/a> who too will die in turn, and yet we press them hard against the body of the world, against each other\u2019s bodies, against the canvas and the keyboard and the cambium of life. <\/p>\n

This is the cruel contract of all experience, of aliveness itself \u2014 that in order to have it, we must agree to let it go. <\/p>\n

Poet Jane Kenyon<\/strong> (May 23, 1947\u2013April 22, 1995) offers a splendid consolation for signing it in her poem \u201cThings,\u201d found in her altogether soul-slaking Collected Poems<\/em><\/strong><\/a> (public library<\/em><\/a>).<\/p>\n