Tuesday, January 20, 2015

The Morning Reading: "Stay, leaf."


The Promise
-Jane Hirschfield

Stay, I said
to the cut flowers.
They bowed
their heads lower.

Stay, I said to the spider,
who fled.

Stay, leaf.
It reddened,
embarrassed for me and itself.

Stay, I said to my body.
It sat as a dog does,
obedient for a moment,
soon starting to tremble.

Stay, to the earth
of riverine valley meadows,
of fossiled escarpments,
of limestone and sandstone.
It looked back
with a changing expression, in silence.

Stay, I said to my loves.
Each answered,


1 comment:

Lisa Richter said...

This is one of my favorite poems; I have it pinned to the bulletin board in my office. Thanks for this.

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