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...
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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. ...
Jane Hirshfield, “Sonoma Fire”
Sonoma Fire (from Poetry) Jane Hirshfield Large moon the deep orange of embers. Also the scent. The griefs of others—beautiful, at a distance. Comment: Hirshfie...
Jane Hirshfield, “An hour is not a house”
With thanks to Temperance Dewar. For Anthony Zaragosa. An hour is not a house (from Poetry April 2013) Jane Hirshfield An hour is not a house, a life is not a h...