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Jane Hirshfield
Jane Hirshfield Poems
| 1. | Left-Handed Sugar | 4/30/2015 |
| 2. | Mosquito | 6/23/2015 |
| 3. | The Heat of Autumn | 1/22/2016 |
| 4. | To Judgment: An Assay | 12/2/2015 |
| 5. | A Person Protests to Fate | 5/26/2015 |
| 6. | My Proteins | 6/23/2015 |
| 7. | Mathematics | 12/4/2015 |
| 8. | This Was Once a Love Poem | 7/3/2015 |
| 9. | Heat | 1/22/2016 |
| 10. | The Weighing | 5/23/2013 |
| 11. | A Blessing For Wedding | 2/3/2015 |
| 12. | Tree | 5/23/2013 |
| 13. | A Hand | 5/23/2013 |
| 14. | Metempsychosis | 5/23/2013 |
| 15. | The Envoy | 5/23/2013 |
| 16. | Standing Deer | 5/23/2013 |
| 17. | Da Capo | 12/15/2014 |
| 18. | The Task | 5/23/2013 |
| 19. | The Heart's Counting Knows Only One | 5/23/2013 |
| 20. | Rebus | 5/23/2013 |
| 21. | Changing Everything | 9/12/2014 |
Best Poem of Jane Hirshfield
Changing Everything
I was walking again
in the woods,
a yellow light
was sifting all I saw.
Willfully,
with a cold heart,
I took a stick,
lifted it to the opposite side
of the path.
There, I said to myself,
that's done now.
Brushing one hand against the other,
to clean them
of the tiny fragments of bark.
Metempsychosis
Some stories last many centuries,
others only a moment.
All alter over that lifetime like beach-glass,
grow distant and more beautiful with salt.
Yet even today, to look at a tree
and ask the story Who are you? is to be transformed.
There is a stage in us where each being, each thing, is a mirror.
