POETRY: A Cottony Fate by Jane Hirshfield
Long ago, someone
told me: avoid, or.
It troubles the mind
as a held-out piece of meat disturbs a dog.
Now I too am sixty.
There was no other life.
Long ago, someone
told me: avoid, or.
It troubles the mind
as a held-out piece of meat disturbs a dog.
Now I too am sixty.
There was no other life.
The Value of Sparrows 
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