Jane Hirshfield, “I Know You Think I’ve Forgotten”
You think I’ve forgotten—the experience of you is now a mixture of memory and pain. My feeling that you could reasonably doubt me wells up, causing both g...
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Jane Hirshfield, “Pyracantha and Plum”
Out the window, I would spy a mulberry tree and a pair of birches which were set against a coniferous treeline separating our yard from the neighbor’s. Wh...
Izumi Shikibu, “Although the wind…”
The moon in Japanese poetry is always the moon. Hirshfield begins a brief, personal interpretation of the poem below with this cryptic, lovely sentence. We̵...
Jane Hirshfield, “Late Prayer”
Moonlight fell on the lake, and I felt myself drawn to the waves covered by darkness, still visible, with a rich, silky texture of various shades of black. They...
Jane Hirshfield, “All the Difficult Hours and Minutes”
Really, there is no better beginning. All the difficult hours and minutes are like salted plums in a jar. You taste the sweet, the sour, the salt all too much. ...