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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Your Sunday Poem

In an odd season without a summer, here's Jane Hirshfield, from her book, "Given Sugar, Given Salt."

Speed and Perfection

How quickly the season of apricots is over --
a single night's wind is enough.
I kneel on the ground, lifting one, then the next.
Eating those I can, before the bruises appear.

1 comment:

Bev. De Witt-Moylan said...

Like autumn in New England, where all it takes is a single nor'easter to close the fall foliage show.