“Every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.” -Charles Dickens-

Monday, July 16, 2012


 The Promise
by Jane Hirshfield 

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,

Poem courtesy of
American Life In Poetry 


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