Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The World Loved by Moonlight

by Jane Hirshfield


You must try,
the voice said, to become colder.
I understood at once.
It's like the bodies of gods: cast in bronze,
braced in stone. Only something heartless
could bear the full weight.

3 comments:

  1. ...sigh...

    I wish I could. Life would be so much easier, don't you agree? But then I wouldn't be a nurse, and either would you.

    This shall pass, just like everything else. Perhaps it's time for a vacation.

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  2. It's passing. I watched The Oscars the night this happened and cried with all the thank you speeches and, for me, just getting into home routine helps. So, it passes and life rolls on. There are snippets every now and again on the news. Apparently the police have arrested a suspect. Don't know the details, but imagine it's another young life down the drain. Silly boys. Life ain't a video game.

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  3. I'm glad I didn't work at a big trauma center when I was in the ICU. I don't think I could have managed all the tragedy. It's one thing for someone to die of heart or lung disease, but a completely different experience when they die from senseless violence.

    Take care of yourself.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)