The Decision
Jane Hirshfield
There is a moment before a shape
hardens, a color sets.
Before the fixative or heat of kiln.
The letter might still be taken
from the mailbox.
The hand held back by the elbow,
the word kept between the larynx pulse
and the amplifying drum-skin of the room’s air.
The thorax of an ant is not as narrow.
The green coat on old copper weighs more.
Yet something slips through it —
looks around,
sets out in the new direction, for other lands.
Not into exile, not into hope. Simply changed.
As a sandy track-rut changes when called a Silk Road:
it cannot be after turned back from.
-Alot of figurative language used in the poem such as shapes and color sets , fixative or heat of kiln. Basically saying that decisions slip right through in odd directions. Also how when you make a decision most times its no turning back. it makes me feel like she is saying some decisions are taking from you . Some can be changed and others cant .
-Alot of figurative language used in the poem such as shapes and color sets , fixative or heat of kiln. Basically saying that decisions slip right through in odd directions. Also how when you make a decision most times its no turning back. it makes me feel like she is saying some decisions are taking from you . Some can be changed and others cant .
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