The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird si — Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
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The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird singing back to another because it can't not.

— Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems
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