Under the ivy bush
One sits sighing,
And under the willow tree
One sits crying: -
Under the ivy bush
Cease from your sighing,
But under the willow-tree
Lie down a-dying.
by Jane HirshfieldThe world asks, as it asks daily:
And what can you make, can you do, to change my deep-broken, fractured?
I count, this first day of another year, what remains.
I have a mountain, a kitchen, two ...