Stay, I said
to the cut flowers.
They bowed
their heads lower.
Stay, I said to the spider,
who fled.
Stay, leaf.
It reddened,
embarrassed for me and itself.
Stay, I said to my body.
It sat as a dog does,
obedient for a moment,
soon starting to tremble.
Stay, to the earth
of riverine valley meadows,
of fossiled escarpments,
of limestone and sandstone.
It looked back
with a changing expression, in silence.
Stay, I said to my loves.
Each answered,
Always.
© Jane Hirshfield
* Bu şiir, şairin 2011 yılında Knopf tarafından yayımlanan Come, Thief isimli kitabında yer almış, Zeynep Aygül tarafından Türkçeleştirilerek Gard-6’da yayımlanmıştır.