Tuesday, April 30, 2013
The Supple Deer, by Jane Hirschfield
The Supple Deer
The quiet opening
between fence strands
perhaps eighteen inches.
Antlers to hind hooves,
four feet off the ground,
the deer poured through.
No tuft of the coarse white belly hair left behind.
I don’t know how a stag turns
into a stream, an arc of water.
I have never felt such accurate envy.
Not of the deer:
To be that porous, to have such largeness pass through me.
by Jane Hirschfield, from Come, Thief, 2011
Posted by Biomagic / Ecoversity at 12:47 PM