Jane Hirshfield, “Perishable, It Said” …

jane-hirshfield writing
 
 
 
 
 
Jane Hirshfield
 
 
 
 
“Perishable, It Said”
 
 
 
 
 
 
Perishable, it said on the plastic container,
and below, in different ink,
the date to be used by, the last teaspoon consumed.

I found myself looking:
now at the back of each hand,
now inside the knees,
now turning over each foot to look at the sole.

Then at the leaves of the young tomato plants,
then at the arguing jays.

Under the wooden table and lifted stones, looking.
Coffee cups, olives, cheeses,
hunger, sorrow, fears—
these too would certainly vanish, without knowing when.

How suddenly then
the strange happiness took me,
like a man with strong hands and strong mouth,
inside that hour with its perishing perfumes and clashings.
 
 
 
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~ by samofthetenthousandthings on September 11, 2015.

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