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Long ago, someonetold me: avoid or.
The heart’s reasonsseen clearly,even the hardest
The windows stream with fish,the gold luck of carp,the tiny silver luck of minnows,while the earth gives back her wealth
For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river—Unbearable pain becomes its own cure.
Travel far enough into sorrow, tears turn to sighing;
These mail-ordered tulips,shockingly gaudy,open and close, re-open, re-close,
Here, where the rivers dredge upthe very stone of Heaven, we name its colors—muttonfat jade, kingfisher jade, jade of appleskin green.
Again the windflakes gold-leaf from the treesand the painting darkens—