Thursday, September 1, 2011

vinegar and oil





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Wrong solitude vinegars the soul,
right solitude oils it.

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

Coming and going unfinished,
puzzled by fate,

like the half-carved relief
of a fallen donkey, above a church door in Finland.




~ Jane Hirshfield
from Come, Thief




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