Jane Hirshfield

(New York / United States)

The Task - Poem by Jane Hirshfield

It is a simple garment, this slipped-on world.
We wake into it daily - open eyes, braid hair -
a robe unfurled
in rose-silk flowering, then laid bare.

And yes, it is a simple enough task
we've taken on,
though also vast:
from dusk to dawn,

from dawn to dusk, to praise, and not
be blinded by the praising.
To lie like a cat in hot
sun, fur fully blazing,

and dream the mouse;
and to keep too the mouse's patient, waking watch
within the deep rooms of the house,
where the leaf-flocked

sunlight never reaches, but the earth still blooms.


Comments about The Task by Jane Hirshfield

  • Gold Star - 47,086 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/23/2013 4:29:00 AM)

    earth still blooms, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 23, 2013


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