3 Nov
2016
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Marred, Lovely, and Flawed

autumn-doorAutumn Quince
by Jane Hirshfield

How sad they are,
the promises we never returned to.
They stay in our mouths,
roughen the tongue, lead lives of their own.
Houses built and unwittingly lived in;
a succession of milk bottles brought to the door
every morning and taken inside.

And which one is real?
The music in the composer’s ear
or the lapsed piece the orchestra plays?
The world is a blurred version of itself–
marred, lovely, and flawed.
It is enough. 

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