At some unnoticed moment, I began to understand that a life is written in indelible ink. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
You may do this, I tell you, it is permitted. Begin again the story of your life. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Existence itself is nothing if not an amazement. Good poems restore amazement. — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
At some point I realized that you don't get a full human life if you try to cut off one end of… — 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
A studio, like a poem, is an intimacy and a freedom you can look out from, into each part of your life… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
It's more for me as with going into a forest: if you sit quietly for a long time, the life around you… — 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… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
In the dream life you don't deliberately set out to dream about a house night after night; the dream itself insists you… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Poems' deep work is a matter of language, but also a matter of life. One part of that work is to draw… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
It's one of the saving graces in a life, to be able to perceive one's own and others' absurdity, to notice our… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
I travel as much as I do. It isn't the life I expected. I don't know what dust of pollen will come… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Poems give us permission to be unsure, in ways we must be if we are ever to learn anything not already known.… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“To feel sabi is to feel keenly one’s own sharp and particular existence amid its own impermanence, and to value the singular… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Isn't the small and common the field we live our life in? The large comes into a life through small-paned windows. A… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Go back to The October Palace, which came out in 1994, and there are poems with windows, doors, the rooms of the… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
At some unnoticed moment, I began to understand that a life is written in indelible ink. What I've chosen, what's happened unchosen,… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“ Perishable, It Said Perishable, it said on the plastic container, And below, in different ink, The date to be used by,… — 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
Sam Hamill is a writer unabashedly taking his place within the community of literature and the community of all sentient beings-his fidelity… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
In my poems though, as you say, the comic arrived fairly late. This doubtless has something to do with growing older. A… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
The heft of a life in the hands grows both lighter and weightier. Over time, my life has become more saturated with… — 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
