“To plunge one thing into the shape or nature of another is a fundamental gesture of creative insight, part of how we… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“The desire of monks and mystics is not unlike that of artists: to perceive the extraordinary within the ordinary by changing not… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Art-making is learned by immersion. You take in vocabularies of thought and feeling, grammar, diction, gesture, from the poems of others, and… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Art keeps its newness because it's at once unforgettable and impossible to remember entirely. Art is too volatile, multiple and evaporative to… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Each poet probably has his or her own cupboard of magnets. For some, it is cars; for others, works of art, or… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
What we want from art is whatever is missing from the lives we are already living and making. Something is always missing,… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“The desire of monks and mystics is not unlike that of artists: to perceive the extraordinary within the ordinary by changing not… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Any artist, in any field, wants to press deeper, to discover further. Image and sound play are among the strongest colors available… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Evolution tells us how to survive; art tells us how it's possible still to live even while knowing that we and all… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
I don't have a cell phone (though for years I've kept saying, "soon"). — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Self carries grief as a pack mule carries the side bags, being careful between the trees to leave extra room. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
Habit, laziness, and fear conspire to keep us comfortably within the familiar. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
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 Image
