Jane Hirshfield

Jane Hirshfield Poems

I was walking again
in the woods,
a yellow light
was sifting all I saw.
...

Some stories last many centuries,
others only a moment.
All alter over that lifetime like beach-glass,
grow distant and more beautiful with salt.
...

3.

You work with what you are given,
the red clay of grief,
the black clay of stubbornness going on after.
Clay that tastes of care or carelessness,
clay that smells of the bottoms of rivers or dust.
...

In Sung China,
two monks friends for sixty years
watched the geese pass.
Where are they going?
...

It is a simple garment, this slipped-on world.
We wake into it daily - open eyes, braid hair -
a robe unfurled
in rose-silk flowering, then laid bare
...

The heart's reasons
seen clearly,
even the hardest
will carry
its whip-marks and sadness
and must be forgiven.
...

Take the used-up heart like a pebble
and throw it far out.
...

As the house of a person
in age sometimes grows cluttered
with what is
too loved or too heavy to part with,
...

One day in that room, a small rat.
Two days later, a snake.

Who, seeing me enter,
whipped the long stripe of his
body under the bed,
then curled like a docile house-pet.
...

Today when persimmons ripen
Today when fox-kits come out of their den into snow
Today when the spotted egg releases its wren song
...

11.

A hand is not four fingers and a thumb.

Nor is it palm and knuckles,
not ligaments or the fat's yellow pillow,
not tendons, star of the wristbone, meander of veins.
...

12.

It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
...

The heat of autumn
is different from the heat of summer.
One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.
One is a dock you walk out on,
...

14.

My mare, when she was in heat,
would travel the fenceline for hours,
wearing the impatience
in her feet into the ground.
...

This was once a love poem,
before its haunches thickened, its breath grew short,
before it found itself sitting,
...

You change a life
as eating an artichoke changes the taste
of whatever is eaten after.
...

I have envied those
who make something
useful, sturdy—
...

In nature, molecules are chiral—they turn in one direction or the other. Naturally then, someone wondered:
...

A person protests to fate:

"The things you have caused
me most to want
are those that furthest elude me."
...

They have discovered, they say,
the protein of itch—
natriuretic polypeptide b—
and that it travels its own distinct pathway
...

Jane Hirshfield Biography

Jane Hirshfield (born 24 February 1953)[1] is an American poet, essayist, and translator. She was born in February 24, 1953. She was born on East 20th Street, New York City. She received her bachelor's degree from Princeton University in the school's first graduating class to include women. Hirshfield's seven books of poetry have each received numerous awards. Her fifth book, Given Sugar, Given Salt, was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award and her sixth collection, After, was shortlisted for the T.S. Eliot Prize (UK) and named a 'best book of 2006' by The Washington Post, The San Francisco Chronicle, and the Financial Times. She has written a book of essays, Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry. The Ink Dark Moon, her co-translation of the work of the two foremost women poets of classical-era Japan, was instrumental in bringing tanka (a 31-syllable Japanese poetic form) to the attention of American poets. She has edited four books collecting the work of poets from the past and is noted as being "part of a wave of important scholarship then seeking to recover the forgotten history of women writers." She received a Guggenheim Fellowship in 1985, the Academy of American Poets’ 2004 Fellowship for Distinguished Achievement, a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship in 2005, and the Donald Hall-Jane Kenyon Award in American Poetry in 2012. Hirshfield has taught at the University of California, Berkeley, University of San Francisco, The Bennington Writing Seminars, and as the Elliston Visiting Poet at the University of Cincinnati. She has also taught at many writers conferences, including Bread Loaf and The Napa Valley Writers Conference and has served as both core and associate faculty in the Bennington Master of Fine Arts Writing Seminars. Hirshfield appears frequently in literary festivals both in America and abroad, including the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival, the National Book Festival, the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, Poetry International (London, UK), the China Poetry Festival (Xi'an, China), and the Second International Gathering of the Poets [Kraków, Poland]. She is also a contributing editor at The Alaska Quarterly Review and Ploughshares, a former guest editor of The Pushcart Prize Anthology and an advisory editor at Orion and Tricycle. Honors and awards The Poetry Center Book Award The California Book Award Fellowship, Guggenheim Foundation Fellowship, Rockefeller Foundation, Fellowship, Academy of American Poets Fellowship, National Endowment for the Arts Columbia University's Translation Center Award Commonwealth Club of California Poetry Medal Bay Area Book Reviewers Award Academy Fellowship for distinguished poetic achievement from The Academy of American Poets (2004) Finalist, T. S. Eliot Prize Finalist, National Book Critics Circle Award Elected a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets, 2012)

The Best Poem Of Jane Hirshfield

Changing Everything

I was walking again
in the woods,
a yellow light
was sifting all I saw.

Willfully,
with a cold heart,
I took a stick,
lifted it to the opposite side
of the path.

There, I said to myself,
that's done now.
Brushing one hand against the other,
to clean them
of the tiny fragments of bark.

Jane Hirshfield Comments

Libby 21 January 2020

The best poem I’ve ever read wish I could be like her

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Jane Hirshfield 14 January 2019

why she wrote a poem about wedding blessings.

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