From the Poem, "Ladder"
...by Jane Hirshfield, and in her collection, Given Sugar, Given Salt :
"Rarely are what is spoken and what is meant the same.
Mostly the mouth says one thing, the thighs and knees
say another, the floor hears a third.
Yet within us,
objects and longings are not different.
They twist on the stem of the heart, like ripening grapes."
