I CAN never remake the thing I have destroyed; <br />I brushed the golden dust from the moth's bright wing, <br />I called down wind to shatter the cherry-blossoms, <br />I did a terrible thing. <br /> <br />I feared that the cup might fall, so I flung it from me; <br />I feared that the bird might fly, so I set it free; <br />I feared that the dam might break, so I loosed the river: <br />May its waters cover me.<br /><br />Aline Murray Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shards-5/
