Monday, June 20, 2011

A Cedary Fragrance, by Jane Hirshfield

A Cedary Fragrance

Even now,
decades after,
I wash my face with cold water –

Not for discipline,
nor memory,
nor the icy, awakening slap,

but to practice
to make the unwanted wanted.

by Jane Hirshfield, from Given Sugar, Given Salt, 2001