“As water given sugar sweetens, given salt grows salty,– from Rebus, by Jane Hirshfield
we become our choices.
Each yes, each no continues,”
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.