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A review by e333mily
Of Gravity & Angels by Jane Hirshfield
4.0
“Still, my lungs lift their habitual cartons of air.
And the ones whose lives I uncrease and turn,
spread out over this white table—I know little of them
but that children, if possible, are fed, the young men
and young women must look at one another, and that it is hard.
And hard too to live in this place where even the best, the luckiest,
lose everything if not today then tomorrow or next year and still we have not found out how to be kind.”
And the ones whose lives I uncrease and turn,
spread out over this white table—I know little of them
but that children, if possible, are fed, the young men
and young women must look at one another, and that it is hard.
And hard too to live in this place where even the best, the luckiest,
lose everything if not today then tomorrow or next year and still we have not found out how to be kind.”