poets I’m reading: Vinegar and Oil by Jane Hirshfield

I’m away from my desk for the next few days. Here’s a short poem by Jane Hirshfield until some more of my own work emerges from the notebook.


Vinegar and Oil – Jane Hirshfield

Wrong solitude vinegars the soul,

right solitude oils it.


How fragile we are, between the few good moments.


Coming and going unfinished,

puzzled by fate,


like the half-carved relief

of a fallen donkey, above a church door in Finland.


– published online in The Atlantic – 1 June 2008

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