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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Lake and Maple

Jane Hirshfield

I want to give myself

utterly

as the maple

that burned and burned

for three days without stinting

and then in two more

dropped off every leaf;

as this lake that,

no matter what comes

to its green-blue depths,

both takes and returns it.

In the still heart,

that refuses nothing,

the world is twice-born—

two earths wheeling,

two heavens,

two egrets reaching

down into subtraction;

even the fish

for an instant doubled,

before it is gone.

I want the fish.

I want the losing it all

when it rains and I want

the returning transparence.

I want the place

by the edge-flowers where

the shallow sand is deceptive,

where whatever

steps in must plunge,

and I want that plunging.

I want the ones

who come in secret to drink

only in early darkness,’

and I want the ones

who are swallowed.

I want the way

the water sees without eyes,

hears without ears,

shivers without will or fear

at the gentlest touch.

I want the way it

accepts the cold moonlight

and its it pass,

the way it lets

all of it pass

without judgment or comment.

There is a lake,

Lalla Ded sang, no larger

than one seed of mustard,

that all things return to.

O Heart, if you

will not, cannot, give me the lake,

then give me the song.

posted by michael at 6:29 pm  

3 Comments »

  1. I WAS hoping that someone would write something that would make it feel possible to respond to something on the blog. Oh, well.

    Comment by jennifer — July 29, 2008 @ 10:38 pm

  2. And we want that for you.

    I have a sense from this poem and from your “watch-response” email that there is sprouting tendril, a trying on of this verb, to want. Whether its nature is akin to grass or perennial or maple seems less important than its nascence.

    Comment by adam — July 30, 2008 @ 8:36 am

  3. Peace, Peace, Peace
    –Sylvia Chidi

    Peace,
    Bring it on
    Peace, peace
    You do no wrong
    Peace, peace, peace
    You are strong

    Stronger then hatred
    Stronger than fear
    Stronger than the dark powers
    of a troubled mind

    Peace
    Stay with me
    Peace, peace
    Flee not, try to be kind
    Peace, peace, peace
    Why hath thou so tough to find?

    Comment by smiling — July 30, 2008 @ 8:49 am

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