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“Solitary Habit” 10×10, oil on canvas, $170.00 Buy Now

Found this little gem of a poem the other day.

 

Hope and Love

by Jane Hirshfield

 

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.

 

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