P o e m s
“Every good poem begins in language awake to its own connections — language that hears itself and what is around it, sees itself and what is around it, looks back at those who look into its gaze and knows more perhaps even than
we do about who are, what we are.”
—Jane Hirshfield
Panic Very Softly, Love
RAIN HAS PAINTED out the top of Snake Hill,
and cloud has got loose in the orchard.
But no one’s tipped the horses off that the rest of the day’s been cancelled. …