Jane Hirshfield
Under the River
Undee the river of the world, the world.
And beneath that palace, a palace -- just the same. 
From the quarry ledge, boys dive 
over and over into blue sky:
it always greets them the same, 
laughter, then towels, then going home with watery ears. 
It sings to them then for hours, hushing the rest --
family, dinnerware, tires spinning by, all stilled. 
Open-winged for those moments between world and world,
the rooms leading one to the next, 
each linoleum floor marble-cool, 
the ceilings stencilled with waterlilies, stars. 
 
Found In Volume 17, No. 04
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Jane Hirshfield
About the Author

Hirshfield’s work has appeared in The New Yorker, The Atlantic, The Times Literary Supplement, Harper’s, The Nation, Orion,  Poetry, eight editions of The Best American Poetry, four Pushcart Prize Anthologies, and many other publications.  In 2012, she was elected a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets.