My Species Poem by Jane Hirshfield

My Species



even
a small purple artichoke
boiled
in its own bittered
and darkening
waters
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet

patience, I think,
my species

keep testing the spiny leaves

the spiny heart

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Jane Hirshfield

Jane Hirshfield

New York / United States
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