To Drink by Jane Hirshfield

[Grace Hulderman]

Hello all!

I am hoping you guys will be able to help me unpack this poem:


To Drink

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 cheek -
it is the same -
the way a moth will come
to the bedroom window in late September,
beating and beating its wings against cold glass,
the way a horse will lower
his long head to water, and drink,
and pause to lift his head and look,
and drink again,
taking everything in with the water,
everything


So what are your thoughts? Any feedback/responses someone has to this poem would be really helpful and appreciated!

[fleamailman]

("...I liked it yet I'm no judge on these matters..." went the goblin more out to show support than understanding the workings of poetry now, then adding "...do you have another then...")

[sandy14]

You can lead a horse to poetry & make it drink!