I always forget I signed up for the Knopf Poem-a-Day emails until April 1st roles around and I start to receive poems in my inbox.
Yesterdayās poem was āTo Drinkā by Jane Hirshfield:
I want to gather your darkness
in my hands, to cup it like water
and drink.
I want this in the same way
as I want to touch your cheekā
it is the sameā
the way a moth will come
to the bedroom window in lateĀ September,
beating and beating its wings againstĀ cold glass;
the way a horse will lower
its long head to water, and drink,
and pause to lift its head and look,
and drink again,
taking everything in with the water,
everything.
