The cat walks the narrow shelf beneath the window where many delicate things are arranged—polished ammonites, a dried starfish, three turtle netsuke, a few curls of birch bark, two long-unused kerosene lanterns. As if on their own, two hands fly up to cover the person’s face, to cover the eyes already closed. The crash, as […]

Original source: https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2022/11/03/two-kerosene-lanterns-jane-hirshfield/