even
a small purple artichoke
boiled
in its own bittered
and darkening
waters
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet
.
patience, I think,
my species
.
keep testing the spiny leaves
.
the spiny heart
– Jane Hirshfield
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even
a small purple artichoke
boiled
in its own bittered
and darkening
waters
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet
.
patience, I think,
my species
.
keep testing the spiny leaves
.
the spiny heart
– Jane Hirshfield
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