Poetry in Protest

After weeks of heaviness and sorrow, weight and tragedy, I wanted a poem that contained everything deep and mystifying that is life on this earth right now, but wrapped in hope. I found that airiness that belies the power within in a Jane Hirshfield poem. I hope you enjoy it, and that your heart becomes tender.

My Species
by Jane Hirshfield

a small purple artichoke
in its own bittered
and darkening
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet
patience, I think,
my species
keep testing the spiny leaves
the spiny heart

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