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THE HEART AS ORIGAMI
Each one has its shape.
For love, two sleeping ducks.
For selfless courage, the war horse.
For fear of death, the daylily’s one-day flower.
More and more creased each year, worn paper thin,
and still it longs for them all.
Not one of the lives of this world the heart does not choose.
Jane Hirshfield (1953- )
Learn more about this contemporary American poet, essayist, translator, and editor here..
(Poem offered by Dr. Alison Bahr, MD)
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