#Poetry #BookSky #Libraries #JaneHirshfield #Poem #LinesAtLunchtime
#Poetry #BookSky #Libraries #JaneHirshfield #Poem #LinesAtLunchtime
of which we know nothing.
Through them
the belled herds travel at will,
long-legged and thirsty, covered with foreign dust.
- #JaneHirshfield, 'The Envoy'
of which we know nothing.
Through them
the belled herds travel at will,
long-legged and thirsty, covered with foreign dust.
- #JaneHirshfield, 'The Envoy'
By #JaneHirshfield
One day in that room, a small rat.
Two days later, a snake.
Who, seeing me enter,
whipped the long stripe of his
body under the bed,
then curled like a docile house-pet.
I don’t know how either came or left.
Later, the flashlight found nothing.
By #JaneHirshfield
One day in that room, a small rat.
Two days later, a snake.
Who, seeing me enter,
whipped the long stripe of his
body under the bed,
then curled like a docile house-pet.
I don’t know how either came or left.
Later, the flashlight found nothing.
In an age of silence, resistance is witness. No Kings. No idols. No submission — only the courage to speak, to act, to remember.
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#NoKings #JaneHirshfield #PoetryOfResistance #Poemsky #Trump #Potus #Maga
In an age of silence, resistance is witness. No Kings. No idols. No submission — only the courage to speak, to act, to remember.
Read more: abhibhut.blogspot.com/2020/12/let-...
#NoKings #JaneHirshfield #PoetryOfResistance #Poemsky #Trump #Potus #Maga
By #MirzaGhalib, tr. #JaneHirshfield
The world is no more than the beloveds single face;
in the desire of the One to know its own beauty,
we exist.
By #MirzaGhalib, tr. #JaneHirshfield
The world is no more than the beloveds single face;
in the desire of the One to know its own beauty,
we exist.
from growing sure
of myself and perhaps forgetting.
- #JaneHirshfield, 'To Hear the Falling World'
from growing sure
of myself and perhaps forgetting.
- #JaneHirshfield, 'To Hear the Falling World'
By #JaneHirshfield
Only if I move my arm a certain way,
it comes back.
Or the way the light bends in the trees
this time of year,
so a scrap of sorrow, like a bird, lights on the heart.
I carry this in my body, seed
in an unswept corner, husk-encowled and seeming safe.
By #JaneHirshfield
Only if I move my arm a certain way,
it comes back.
Or the way the light bends in the trees
this time of year,
so a scrap of sorrow, like a bird, lights on the heart.
I carry this in my body, seed
in an unswept corner, husk-encowled and seeming safe.
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#janehirshfield #buddhism #poetry #bhuddistpoems
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#janehirshfield #buddhism #poetry #bhuddistpoems
everything changes;
everything is connected;
pay attention.
- #JaneHirshfield
everything changes;
everything is connected;
pay attention.
- #JaneHirshfield
#leyendo #diezventanas #janehirshfield #ensayo #poesia #citaaltraductor
#leyendo #diezventanas #janehirshfield #ensayo #poesia #citaaltraductor
- #JaneHirshfield
- #JaneHirshfield
You who want
knowledge,
seek the Oneness
within.
There you
will find
the clear mirror
already waiting.
- #Hadewijch, tr. #JaneHirshfield.
You who want
knowledge,
seek the Oneness
within.
There you
will find
the clear mirror
already waiting.
- #Hadewijch, tr. #JaneHirshfield.
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‘I write because to write a new sentence, let alone a new poem, is to cross the threshold into both a larger existence and a profound mystery.
✨
How fragile we are, between the few good moments’
#poetry #otd #botd #writing
‘I write because to write a new sentence, let alone a new poem, is to cross the threshold into both a larger existence and a profound mystery.
✨
How fragile we are, between the few good moments’
#poetry #otd #botd #writing
oil on plywood
15 x 16
sold
The Earth today tilts one way, then another.
And yes, though all things change,
this night again will watch its fireflies…
Take nothing for granted,
you who were also opulent, a stung cosmos. - JaneHirshfield
#art
#painting #oilpainting
#crow
oil on plywood
15 x 16
sold
The Earth today tilts one way, then another.
And yes, though all things change,
this night again will watch its fireflies…
Take nothing for granted,
you who were also opulent, a stung cosmos. - JaneHirshfield
#art
#painting #oilpainting
#crow
Hirshfield's poem, On the Fifth Day, addresses climate change and the fact that science can't be ignored by merely refusing to speak about it. Facts matter.
janehirshfield.substack.com?r=4j9so&utm_...
Hirshfield's poem, On the Fifth Day, addresses climate change and the fact that science can't be ignored by merely refusing to speak about it. Facts matter.
janehirshfield.substack.com?r=4j9so&utm_...