20 March 2010

"Hope and love" - Jane Hirshfield

Hope and Love
All winter
the blue heron
slept among the horses.
I do not know
the custom of herons,
do not know
if the solitary habit
is their way,
or if he listened for
some missing one –
not knowing even
that was what he did –
in the blowing
sounds in the dark.
I know that
hope is the hardest
love we carry.
He slept
with his long neck
folded, like a letter
put away.
~ Jane Hirshfield ~

1 comment:

Daphne said...

Also needed to read this. Lovely. Reminds me of Mary Oliver.