Thursday, April 19, 2007

Thursday Poem - The Task

It is a simple garment, this slipped-on world.
We wake into it daily — open eyes, braid hair —
a robe unfurled
in rose-silk flowering, then laid bare.

And yes, it is a simple enough task
we've taken on,
though also vast:
from dusk to dawn,

from dawn to dusk, to praise, and not
be blinded by the praising.
To lie like a cat in hot
sun, fur fully blazing,

and dream the mouse;
and to keep too the mouse's patient, waking watch
within the deep rooms of the house,
where the leaf-flocked

sunlight never reaches, but the earth still blooms.

Jane Hirshfield, The Task

A haiku sequence for this week is here.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this absolutely takes my breath away.

and there was little or none left after seeing the reflecting pool and reading your words.

shall I say I'm breathless?