The Cloudy Vase

I threw the flowers out

The Cloudy Vase

Past time,
I threw the flowers out,
washed out
the cloudy vase.
 
How easily
the old clearness
leapt,
like a practiced tiger,
back inside it.
 
Jane Hirshfield

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Poem ©2010 Jane Hirshfield, all rights reserved. Used by permission of the author and publisher Scribner. Film ©2012 Motionpoems, Inc., all rights reserved.

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