Jane Hirshfield

Like all who believe in the senses, I was an accountant, copyist, statistician. Not registrar,…

Today, when I could do nothing, I saved an ant. It must have come in…

There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces. Look around, you can…

It is a simple garment, this slipped-on world. We wake into it daily—open eyes, braid…

Here, where the rivers dredge up the very stone of Heaven, we name its colors—…

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

In the dream the string had broken and I was trying to pick out its…