Thursday, January 12, 2012

the heart as origami







Each one has its shape.
For love, two sleeping ducks.
For selfless courage, the war-horse.
For fear of death, the daylily's one-day flower.
More and more creased each year, worn paper thin,
and still it longs for them all.
Not one of the lives of this world the heart does not choose.





~ Jane Hirshfield
from The October Palace




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