Heart Happy (cathy_edgett) wrote,
Heart Happy
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For what binds us -



This is one of my favorite poems by Jane Hirshfield who had a poem in the New Yorker this week.  Quite a thrill!




For What Binds Us
 
There are names for what binds us:
strong forces, weak forces.
Look around, you can see them:
the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,
nails rusting into the places they join,
joints dovetailed on their own weight.
The way things stay so solidly
wherever they've been set down --
and gravity, scientists say, is weak.
 
And see how the flesh grows back
across a wound, with a great vehemence,
more strong
than the simple, untested surface before.
There's a name for it on horses,
when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,
 
as all flesh
is proud of its wounds, wears them
as honors given out after battle,
small triumphs pinned to the chest --

And when two people have loved each other
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend.
 
 ~ Jane Hirschfield ~
 
(Of Gravity & Angels)
 
 
 


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