Jane Hirshfield

(New York / United States)

Jane Hirshfield Poems

1. The Heat of Autumn 1/22/2016
2. An hour is not a house 7/30/2018
3. I sat in the sun 7/30/2018
4. Like the Small Hole by the Path-Side Something Lives in 7/30/2018
5. Like Two Negative Numbers Multiplied by Rain 7/30/2018
6. My Species 7/30/2018
7. My Weather 7/30/2018
8. Once, I 7/30/2018
9. The Pear 7/30/2018
10. Perishable, It Said 7/30/2018
11. The Problem 7/30/2018
12. The Promise 7/30/2018
13. Seawater Stiffens Cloth 7/30/2018
14. Sentencings 7/30/2018
15. Sonoma Fire 7/30/2018
16. Souvenir 7/30/2018
17. Things keep sorting themselves. 7/30/2018
18. Works & Loves 7/30/2018
19. The Woodpecker Keeps Returning 7/30/2018
20. Wood. Salt. Tin. 7/30/2018
21. All the Difficult Hours and Minutes 7/30/2018
22. Amor Fati 7/30/2018
23. A Chair in Snow 7/30/2018
24. The Decision 7/30/2018
25. Fado 7/30/2018
26. For What Binds Us 7/30/2018
27. Green-Striped Melons 7/30/2018
28. Harness 7/30/2018
29. Waking the Morning Dreamless After Long Sleep 7/31/2018
30. The Supple Deer 7/31/2018
31. The Bell Zygmunt 7/31/2018
32. First Light Edging Cirrus 7/31/2018
33. Late Self-Portrait by Rembrandt 7/31/2018
34. Opening the Hands between Here and Here 7/31/2018
35. Dog Tag 7/31/2018
36. Vinegar and Oil 7/31/2018
37. Let Them Not Say 7/31/2018
38. It Was Like This: You Were Happy 7/31/2018
39. The Woman, The Tiger 7/31/2018
40. My Life Was the Size of My Life 7/31/2018

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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.

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An hour is not a house

An hour is not a house,
a life is not a house,
you do not go through them as if
they were doors to another.

Yet an hour can have shape and proportion,
four walls, a ceiling.
An hour can be dropped like a glass.

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