Tag Archives: Jane Hirschfield

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 […]

To Make Us Consider How Our Light Is Spent – An Evening With Dana Gioia

A few days ago I was high up – about 900 feet – on a mountain top overlooking hills and vineyards, stretched along the valley floor, in California’s wine country. I have a glass of Chardonnay in one hand – it would seem heretical not to – in this area that celebrates the ubiquity of […]

“The” Love Poems – Join the Conversation

At the 2013 Palm Beach Poetry Festival, the American poet Jane Hirschfield (1953 -)  was asked to pick a poem that had inspired her.  She demurred by saying she owed most to all the poets who have been sharing their words for the past 40,000 years. And  Greg Orr (1947 – ), another fine American poet (see […]

An Alphabet of Poets – Y is for Yeats

The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping […]

An Alphabet of Poets – K is for Kamienska

A PATH IN THE WOODS I don’t trust the truth of memories because what leaves us departs forever There’s only one current of this sacred river but I still want to remain faithful to my first astonishments to recognize as wisdom the child’s wonder and to carry in myself until the end a path in […]

No Ordinary Luminary – Dorianne Laux

The American poet Dorianne Laux (1952 – ) was unknown to me when I first met her at the Skagit River Poetry Festival in La Conner, Washington in 2002. But ever since then I have licked up her words like the finest honey. (For more on Laux and her poems see Favorite Poets on the […]