Poem
Jane Hirshfield
Once, I
Once, I
Once, I
Once, Iwas seven Spanish bullocks in a high meadow,
sleepy and nameless.
As-ifness strange to myself, but complete.
Light on the neck-nape
of time
as two wings of one starling,
or lovers so happy
neither needs think of the other.
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Once, I
Once, Iwas seven Spanish bullocks in a high meadow,
sleepy and nameless.
As-ifness strange to myself, but complete.
Light on the neck-nape
of time
as two wings of one starling,
or lovers so happy
neither needs think of the other.
Once, I
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