Near even a candle, the visible heat. So it is with a person in love. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Existence itself is nothing if not an amazement. Good poems restore amazement. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
as some strings, untouched, sound when no one is speaking. So it was when love slipped inside us. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
I will never become a horse trainer, a biologist, a person competent with a hammer. My loves were my loves. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Poetry's work is not simply the recording of inner or outer perception; it makes by words and music new possibilities of perceiving — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Time ... brings us everything we have and are, then comes with a back-loader and starts taking it all away. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
And when two people have loved each other see how it is like a scar between their bodies, stronger, darker, and proud;… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“There the beloved red sweater, bright tangle of necklace, earrings of amber. Each confirming: I chose these, I. But habit is different:… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
I see poetry as a path toward new understanding and transformation, and so I've looked at specific poems I love, and at… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“ China Whales follow the whale-roads. Geese, roads of magnetized air. To go great distance, exactitudes matter. Yet how often the heart… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
I thought I would love you forever—and, a little, I may, in the way I still move toward a crate, knees bent,… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“ When Your Life Looks Back, When your life looks back-- As it will, at itself, at you--what will it say? Inch… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
I once was asked to contribute to a mushroom poem anthology. I didn't have anything, and so instead ended up writing the introduction. I… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share
Everything has two endings- a horse, a piece of string, a phone call. Before a life, air. And after. As silence is not silence,… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share
A certain amount of housekeeping also goes on in my poems. I wash doorknobs, do dishes, mop floors, patch carpets, cook. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share
Self carries grief as a pack mule carries the side bags, being careful between the trees to leave extra room. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share
My job as a human being as well as a writer is to feel as thoroughly as possible the experience that I am part… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share
I want to preserve a certain unknowing about my own poems - perhaps because unknowing is in itself a useful poetic thirst. To move… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share
Habit, laziness, and fear conspire to keep us comfortably within the familiar. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share
Metaphors think with the imagination and the senses. The hot chili peppers in them explode in the mouth and the mind. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share
At some point I realized that you don't get a full human life if you try to cut off one end of it, that… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share
Immensity is always there, but we so often become numb to it, or deceive ourselves into thinking our own lives and selves are what's… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share
