From "The Lives of the Heart," Poems by Jane Hirshfield.
The World Loved by Moonlight
You must try,
the voice said, to become colder.
I understood at once.
It is like the bodies of gods: cast in bronze,
braced in stone. Only something heartless
could bear the full weight.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
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