sentencings

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A thing too perfect to be remembered:

stone beautiful only when wet.

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Blinded by light or black cloth—

so many ways

not to see others suffer.

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Too much longing:

it separates us

like scent from bread,

rust from iron.

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From very far or very close—

the most resolute folds of the mountain are gentle.

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As if putting arms into woolen coat sleeves,

we listen to the murmuring dead.

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Any point of a circle is its start:

desire forgoing fulfillment to go on desiring.

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In a room in which nothing

has happened,

sweet-scented tobacco.

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The very old, hands curling into themselves, remember their parents.

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Think assailable thoughts, or be lonely.

~ Jane Hirshfield

from Poetry (December 2010)

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