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from Where Many Rivers Meet

translation by Jane Hirshfield

All day a boy plunges his hands into his pockets. Tickets, tape, crystallized stones, a…

My aspens dear, whose airy cage quelled,Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,All felled,…

She is holding the book close to her body, carrying it home on the cracked…

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green…

There are multiple ways to practice the strategy of gratitude and it would be wise…

From AFRICAN ELEGY

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The thick carpet of leaves, covering the grass and patio, beckon me. I am grateful…

This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,I fell in love with a wrenand later…

As the Great Dynamo who powers the wheels of seasons and yearsTurns autumn once more…