Джейн Хиршфилд. Стоящий олень

Standing Deer 

As the house of a person 
in age sometimes grows cluttered 
with what is too loved or too heavy 
to part with, 
the heart may grow will be emptied, 
and still the heart. 

As the thoughts of a person in age 
sometimes grow sparer,
like a great cleanness come into 
a room the soul may grow sparer, 
like a great cleanness one sparrow 
song carves it completely. 
And still the room is full, 
and still the heart. 

Empty and filled,  like the curling 
half-light of morning, 
in which everything is still possible 
and so why not. 

Filled and empty, like the curling 
half-light of evening, 
in which everything now is finished 
and why not.

Beloved, what's can be, what was, 
will be taken from us. 
I have disappointed. 
Am sorry. I knew no better. 

A root seeks water. 
Tenderness only breaks open 
the earth. 
This morning, out the window, 
the deer stood like a blessing, 
then vanished