The Cloudy Vase
~Jane Hirshfield
Past time, I threw the flowers out,
washed out the cloudy vase.
How easily the old clearness
leapt, like a practiced tiger, back inside it.
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(With thanks to the beauty we love)
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Timely. Thanks for this.
the other L
Thanks for posting this, I'd never read it before.
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