Jane Hirshfield

Like allwho believe in the senses,I was an accountant,copyist,statistician. Not registrar,witness. Permitted to touchthe leaf…

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

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

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

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…