Where you’ve crouched over under the weight of grief, / and refused to climb out— // if you could / compel death to do one thing, and one thing only, // what would it be?
— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Three, Bakandamiya
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Where you’ve crouched over under the weight of grief, / and refused to climb out— // if you could / compel death to do one thing, and one thing only, // what would it be?
— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Three, Bakandamiya
This can't be fucking real oh my god.
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It Was Like This: You Were Happy
by Jane Hirshfield
It was like this: you were happy, then you were sad, then happy again, then not.
It went on. You were innocent or you were guilty. Actions were taken, or not.
At times you spoke, at other times you were silent. Mostly, it seems you were silent — what could you say?
Now it is almost over.
Like a lover, your life bends down and kisses your life.
It does this not in forgiveness — between you, there is nothing to forgive — but with the simple nod of a baker at the moment he sees the bread is finished with transformation.
Eating, too, is a thing now only for others.
It doesn’t matter what they will make of you or your days: they will be wrong, they will miss the wrong woman, miss the wrong man, all the stories they tell will be tales of their own invention.
Your story was this: you were happy, then you were sad, you slept, you awakened. Sometimes you ate roasted chestnuts, sometimes persimmons.
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