Poetry

My Debt

by Jane Hirshfield
Like all who believe in the senses, I was an accountant, copyist, statistician. Not registrar,…
Poetry

Today, When I Could Do Nothing

by Jane Hirshfield
Today, when I could do nothing, I saved an ant. It must have come in…
Poetry

For What Binds Us

by Jane Hirshfield
There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces. Look around, you can…
Poetry

The Task

by Jane Hirshfield
It is a simple garment, this slipped-on world. We wake into it daily—open eyes, braid…
Poetry

The Stone of Heaven

by Jane Hirshfield
Here, where the rivers dredge up the very stone of Heaven, we name its colors—…
Poetry

Tree

by Jane Hirshfield
It is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to a house...
Poetry

Silk Cord

by Jane Hirshfield
In the dream the string had broken and I was trying to pick out its…

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