“Ladder” by Jane Hirshfield

A man tips back his chair, all evening.

Years later, the ladder of small indentations
still marks the floor. Walking across it, then stopping.

Rarely are what is spoken and what is meant the same.

Mostly the mouth says one thing, the thighs and knees
say another, the floor hears a third.

Yet within us,
objects and longings are not different.
They twist on the stem of the heart, like ripening grapes.

xxxxx

–Jane Hirshfield from Given Sugar, Given Salt

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1 Response to “Ladder” by Jane Hirshfield

  1. Jerome Bloom says:

    THANKS

    PROBABLY

    IN ANOTHER

    LIFE

    I MAY

    REACH

    HER

    CLARITY

    EAT

    SOME

    GRAPES

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