And a rope of jasmine blossoms around your neck.
— Mirabai, Mirabai: Ecstatic Poems, transl by Robert Bly & Jane Hirshfield, (2004)
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Jane Hirshfield, from “That Falling”
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Jane Hirshfield
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Jane Hirshfield, from Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, "The Envoy"
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The Lives of the Heart, Jane Hirshfield
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Everything Has Two Endings
by Jane Hirshfield
Everything has two endings--
a horse, a piece of string, a phone call.
Before a life, air.
And after.
As silence is not silence, but a limit of hearing.
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Jane Hirshfield, "Each Happiness Ringed by Lions", The Lives of the Heart
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Half-sleeping,
my body pulls toward yours —
desire a long oar dipping again and again
in this night's dark rain.
Jane Hirshfield, "Half-Sleeping"
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tree by jane hirshfield
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The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu
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Absence knifes open my heart.
— Mirabai, Mirabai: Ecstatic Poems, transl by Robert Bly & Jane Hirshfield, (2004)
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jane hirshfield / chen chen / philip levine
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Jane Hirshfield, from Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, "Poe: An Assay"
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Ledger, Jane Hirshfield
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Meeting the Light Completely
by Jane Hirshfield
Even the long-beloved
was once
an unrecognized stranger.
Just so,
the chipped lip
of a blue-glazed cup,
blown field
of a yellow curtain,
might also,
flooding and falling,
ruin your heart.
A table painted with roses.
An empty clothesline.
Each time,
the found world surprises—
that is its nature.
And then
what is said by all lovers:
“What fools we were, not to have seen.”
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