Jane Hirshfield

is a prize-winning international poet, translator, and essayist, more here.

Vinegar and Oil

Wrong solitude vinegars the soul,
right solitude oils it.

How fragile a person is, between the good moments.

Coming and going unfinished,
puzzled by fate,

like the half-carved relief
of a fallen donkey, above a church door in Finland.
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