Poem by Jane Hirshfield, stolen from Kasey Jueds on Twitter. I’d never read it before but it’s so perfect I wanted to share it. For all the poems by all the poets we will never know. Keep writing!
Poem by Jane Hirshfield, stolen from Kasey Jueds on Twitter. I’d never read it before but it’s so perfect I wanted to share it. For all the poems by all the poets we will never know. Keep writing!
Brilliant poet, one of my absolute favourites! And this is from her book “The Lives of the Heart” (1997). Thank you for this!
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Thanks for referencing her book. I’ve read little of her work but I know she’s highly regarded. I’ll check it out!
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She’s also written 3 fabulous go-to books of essays on poetry: Ten Windows / Nine Gates / Hiddenness, Uncertainty, Surprise. I’m sure you can find excerpts of these and her most anthologized poems online 😊
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I’ve yet to read anything by Jane Hirshfield that did not resonate … this one is new to me … THANK YOU for posting it.
I’m reminded of years back when my son (in high school) took cartooning instruction that began at a community class but continued for a couple of years as instructor coming to our house once a week. Got to know the instructor well, and he was quite frank with me: Expect a LOT of thrown-away paper – there can be NO LIMIT ON PAPER!
Equally I’m drawn to the closed door with loved ones on the other side … definitely an essential poetic need.
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WOW – this IS perfect! thank you!
Tammy Vitale
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This is gorgeous. <3 I'll think of her often now.
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