" For me, that's the excitement of it, the way poetry allows us to know the world through its translation into stone-language, wind-language, apple-language, root-language" ___ Jane Hirshfield
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The Jewel
There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.
James Wright
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