29 Dec
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When the Plain World Comes

Tomorrow is my birthday. In anticipation of which, my attention turns to:

The Other Earth
by Jane Hirshfield

At first we embrace trees.
Lie with the swan, the bull, become stars.

Blackbirds form bridges across the sky:
we pass, lightly placing our feet.
The god enters our rooms in a shower of gold.
Into the intricate maze a white thread,
a woman, a fish come to guide our way out.

Docile as horses, we go.

When the plain world comes,
with its explanations
smooth and cool as a marble statue’s skin,
we go, rising out of the dark.
Being careless and proud, we look back
towards the other earth:
how it wavers and goes out,
like a girl with an errand to do in another room.

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