What was come here to do
having finished,
shelves of the water lie flat.
Copper the leaves of the doorsill,
yellow and falling.
Scarlet the bird that is singing.
Vanished the labor, here walls are.
Completed the asking.
Loosing the birds there is water.
Having eaten the pears.
Having eaten
the black figs, the white figs. Eaten the apples.
Table be strewn.
Table be strewn with stems,
table with peelings of grapefruit and pleasure.
Table be strewn with pleasure,
what was here to be done having finished.
~ Jane Hirshfield
(from: The Lives of the Heart)
