21 Sep
2018
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A Fire Requires Its Own Conflagration

Come, Thief
by Jane Hirshfield

The mandarin silence of windows before their own view,
like guards who nod to every visitor,
“Pass.”

“Come, thief,”
the path to the doorway agrees.

A fire requires its own conflagration.
As birth does. As love does.
Saying to time to the end, “Dear one, enter.”

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