Jane Hirshfield

(New York / United States)

The Heart's Counting Knows Only One - Poem by Jane Hirshfield

In Sung China,
two monks friends for sixty years
watched the geese pass.
Where are they going?
one tested the other, who couldn't say.

That moment's silence continues.

No one will study their friendship
in the koan-books of insight.
No one will remember their names.

I think of them sometimes,
standing, perplexed by sadness,
goose-down sewn into their quilted autumn robes.

Almost swallowed by the vastness of the mountains,
but not yet.

As the barely audible
geese are not yet swallowed;
as even we, my love, will not entirely be lost.


Comments about The Heart's Counting Knows Only One by Jane Hirshfield

  • Moira Cameron Moira Cameron (3/7/2016 1:53:00 PM)

    That was interesting and thought provoking. (Report) Reply

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  • Kenneth Maswabi Kenneth Maswabi (3/7/2016 8:19:00 AM)

    something is stirred within...strange... emotions (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (3/7/2016 1:45:00 AM)

    Audible! With the adventures of life. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 23, 2013


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