Amor Fati Poem by Jane Hirshfield

Amor Fati



Little soul,
you have wandered
lost a long time.

The woods all dark now,
birded and eyed.

Then a light, a cabin, a fire, a door standing open.

The fairy tales warn you:
Do not go in,
you who would eat will be eaten.

You go in. You quicken.

You want to have feet.
You want to have eyes.
You want to have fears.

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Jane Hirshfield

Jane Hirshfield

New York / United States
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