|Golden Crowned Kinglet, a new life bird for me|
|Kinglet, bowing, reveals his golden crown|
The self is a “low field” with apples. If you’re not a politician or CEO, full of greedy ambition, that might be a pleasant and reasonable view of yourself. You’d rather be a quiet field than a king, or a gun, or other kinds of machines that are “like loud ideas with tungsten bits that grind the day.”
If you were a small, blemished apple in a low field, however, you’d see that “a few escape” predation and other bad outcomes. That’s what passes for “a mercy.” It’s a qualified, limited, realistic mercy; therefore, we might dare to hope for it.
Like the Small Hole by the Path-Side Something Lives in by Jane Hirshfield : Poetry Magazine
We also talked about such matters here in January 2011: