Tag Archives: Jane Hirschfield

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 had chosen. Say the accustomed prayers, oil the hooves well, caress the small ears with praise. Have the new halter of woven silver embedded with […]

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. Jane Hirschfield from The Beauty, Alfred A. Knopf, 2015 Two Recovering Words favorites made the poetry long-list for the 2015 National Book Awards yesterday: Jane […]

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 Jane Hirschfield from Each Happiness Ringed by Lions, Bloodaxe Books, 2005 from Enough Enough seen….Enough had….Enough… —Arthur Rimbaud No. It will never be enough. Never enough […]

Enough or Not – Part Two of Three – Autumn Quince by Jane Hirschfield

                    Autumn Quince How sad they are, the promises we never return to. They stay in our mouths, roughen the tongue, lead lives of their own. Houses built and unwittingly lived in; a succession of milk bottles brought to the door every morning and taken inside. […]

Poet as Spell Caster – Whittemore, Raine and Hirschfield

                                    Spell for the End of Grief No incantations, no rosemary and statice, no keening women in grim dresses. No cauldrons, no candles, no hickory wands. No honey and chocolate, no sticky buns. No peonies and carnations, no […]

Tonight She Wants Wheels – Two New Books (Poems and Essays) from Jane Hirschfield

from Fifteen Pebbles Opening the Hand Between Here and Here           On the dark road, only the weight of the rope.           Yet the horse is there. Jane Hirschfield (1953 – ) from Come, Thief, Alfred A. Knopf, 2011         from Twelve Pebbles   […]

The Secret Life of Things – More Poems and Poets on Paying Attention

  Everything is Waiting for You Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the […]

Paying Attention – Rilke and Hirschfield

    from The Ninth Duino Elegy Nor does the wanderer bring down a handful of earth from his high mountain slope to the valley (for earth, too, is mute), but a word he has plucked from the climbing: the yellow and blue gentian. Are we, perhaps, here just to utter: house, bridge, fountain, gate, jug, fruit […]

SIng Going Down

What a journey I had this morning! It started with finding a Hirschfield quote in the 2012 book A God in the House: …poetry exists in part to enlarge us, to deliver us into the not yet known. Writing is an act that generates and expands attention. And if I’m lucky, I may write something […]

Noli Timere – Be Not Afraid – Heaney’s Work: A Poet’s Work

from Lightenings viii The annals say: when the monks of Clonmacnoise Were all at prayers inside the oratory A ship appeared above them in the air. The anchor dragged along behind so deep It hooked itself into the altar rails And then, as the big hull rocked to a standstill, a crewman shinned and grappled […]