we become our choices

“As water given sugar sweetens, given salt grows salty,
we become our choices.
Each yes, each no continues,”

– from Rebus, by Jane Hirshfield

I’ve been on a poetry kick the last few days. It’s rhythms, its saturation, seep into the meaning of everything. I could become worse, I suppose, than reading poetry.

I discovered Hirshfield via a blog on mathematics in poetry, which I very much enjoyed. I then picked up Given Sugar, Given Salt, and everything in the collection (so far) has really resonated, Rebus included.

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