Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas


lived-in poetry
words to make us all aware
of all suffering

"As things grow rare, they enter the ranges of counting.
Remain this many Siberian tigers,
that many African elephants. Three hundred red-legged egrets.
We scrape from the world its tilt and meander of wonder
as if eating the last burned onions and carrots from a cast-iron pan.
Closing eyes to taste better the char of ordinary sweetness."

Jane Hirshfield, As If Hearing Heavy Furniture Moved on the Floor Above Us, in Ledger

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