The Poetry Show -- A Celebration of Jane Hirschfield

The Enlighten Radio Poetry Show

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The Envoy

BY JANE HIRSHFIELD

One day in that room, a small rat.   

Two days later, a snake.

 

Who, seeing me enter,

whipped the long stripe of his   

body under the bed,

then curled like a docile house-pet.

 

I don’t know how either came or left.   

Later, the flashlight found nothing.

 

For a year I watched

as something—terror? happiness? grief?—

entered and then left my body.

 

Not knowing how it came in,   

Not knowing how it went out.

 

It hung where words could not reach it.   

It slept where light could not go.

Its scent was neither snake nor rat,   

neither sensualist nor ascetic.

 

There are openings in our lives   

of which we know nothing.

 

Through them

the belled herds travel at will,

long-legged and thirsty, covered with foreign dust.