Tag Archives: Jane Hirschfield

Oh World, Leave Me Slowly – The New Poetry Collection from American Poet Francesca Bell

Manifest Image The man keeps telling me I am beautiful. I still look young. He says it like I’ve asked for it, but I don’t care. For him or beauty. […]

To Celebrate the Wonder-Filled Life of Thich Nhat Hanh (1926-2022) – A Poem of Jane Hirschfield and One of Mine

A Golden Shovel to Celebrate the Life of Thich Nhat Hanh The most beautiful place of Heaven is on Earth. —Thich Nhat Hanh from This Moment is Full of Wonders, […]

Mourning Must Not Overwhelm Gratitude – The Hard-Won Wisdom of Jane Hirschfield – Two Poems from Her Latest Book: Ledger and a Poem She So Likes by Gerard Manley Hopkins

My Debt Like all who believe in the senses, I was an accountant, copyist, statistician. Not registrar, witness. Permitted to touch the leaf of a thistle, the trembling work of […]

Provenance of a Small Poem of Mine – With Thanks to Jane Hirschfield and Hanif Abdurraqib

Two Poems – How Can We Prepare for Our Losses? – One Poem Each By Keetje Kuipers and Jane Hirschfield

Anemoia Not yet old enough to read, and already my daughter’s learned nostalgia by example, what to feel at a loon’s call or when passing a blue door, how the […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #38 in a Series – Jane Hirschfield’s Poem, Late Prayer

Late Prayer Tenderness does not choose its own uses. It goes out to everything equally Including rabbit and hawk. Look: in the iron bucket, A single nail, a single ruby […]

Living in a Terrifying World – Three Responses from Three H’s – Hughes, Hirschfield and Hayden

Luck Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given, To others Only heaven. Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967) […]

Difficult Gifts – Jane Hirschfield’s Shining White Bull

Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World If the gods bring to you a strange and frightening creature, accept the gift as if it were one you […]

Two Poets Out of Ten – Hirschfield and Hayes Make the National Book Award Long List – Part One

A man I once asked a question of has died; his son sends a letter A thirsty mouse turns a river. a stone turns a river. Bodiless Words turn us. […]

Enough or Not – Part Three of Three – A Poem by Ellen Bass

                      from Autumn Quince The world is a blurred version of itself — marred, lovely, and flawed. It is enough […]