POETRY: I Wanted Only A Little by Jane Hirshfield

I Wanted Only A Little by Jane Hirshfield

I wanted, I thought, only a little,
two teaspoons of silence—
one for sugar,
one for stirring the wetness.

No.
I wanted a Cairo of silence,
a Kyoto.
In every hanging garden
mosses and waters.

The directions of silence:
north, west, south, past, future.

It comes through any window
one inch open,
like rain driven sideways.

Grief shifts,
as a grazing horse does,
one leg to the other.

But a horse sleeping
sleeps with all legs locked.

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