Jane Hirshfield Poems
|2.||A Person Protests to Fate||5/26/2015|
|5.||This Was Once a Love Poem||7/3/2015|
|11.||A Blessing For Wedding||2/3/2015|
|15.||The Heart's Counting Knows Only One||5/23/2013|
I was walking again
in the woods,
a yellow light
was sifting all I saw.
with a cold heart,
I took a stick,
lifted it to the opposite side
of the path.
There, I said to myself,
that's done now.
Brushing one hand against the other,
to clean them
of the tiny fragments of bark.
Some stories last many centuries,
others only a moment.
All alter over that lifetime like beach-glass,
grow distant and more beautiful with salt.
Yet even today, to look at a tree
and ask the story Who are you? is to be transformed.
There is a stage in us where each being, each thing, is a mirror.