Saturday 3 October 2015

Meeting the Light Completely

 

What I love about this poem is how the economy of language is complimented so brilliantly by the largeness of emotion.


Meeting the Light Completely - Jane Hirshfield

Even the long-beloved
was once
an unrecognized stranger.

Just so,
the chipped lip
of a blue-glazed cup,
blown field
of a yellow curtain,
might also,
flooding and falling,
ruin your heart.

A table painted with roses.
An empty clothesline.

Each time,
the found world surprises—
that is its nature.

And then
what is said by all lovers:
“What fools we were, not to have seen.”

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