The World Loved by Moonlight - Jane Hirshfield

You must try, 

the voice said, to become colder. 

I understood at once. 

It is like the bodies of gods: cast in bronze, 

braced in stone. Only something heartless

could bear the full weight.

Amor Fati - Jane Hirshfield

Little soul,

you have wandered

lost a long time.

The woods all dark now,

birded and eyed.

Then a light, a cabin, a fire, a door standing open.

The fairy tales warn you:

Do not go in,

you who would eat will be eaten.

You go in. You quicken.

You want to have feet.

You want to have eyes.

You want to have fears.