An ordinary hole beside a path through the woods might begin to open to altered worlds.
Jane HirshfieldHere are poems from a new generation of writers who honor the magnetic fields of the real; who feel and think with full and open-eyed passion; who focus heat as the magnifying glass focuses sun: until the paper catches. Read them.
Jane HirshfieldGestation requires protected space; ripening requires both permeability to the outer — and non-disturbance.
Jane HirshfieldSo much of our lives depends on accidents of birth, time, and geography. This haunts me. In some lives, few "or"s are possible. The pain of that is behind the second stanza of this poem.
Jane Hirshfield