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.
This poem first appeared in McSweeney’s and was reprinted in Best American Poetry 2011. It appears in Jane Hirshfield’s collection Come, Thief, published by Knopf. Poem copyright 2011 Jane Hirshfield, all rights reserved, used by permission of the author.
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This motionpoem is presented in collaboration with Best American Poetry 2011 (Scribner), with thanks to David Lehman, series editor.
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