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Jane Hirshfield

It doesn’t matter what they will make of you or your days: they will be wrong, they will miss the wrong woman, miss the wrong man, all the stories they tell will be tales of their own invention. Your story was this: you were happy, then you were sad, you slept, you awakened. — Jane… Continue reading Jane Hirshfield

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry

Jane Hirshfield

Your life will carry you as it did always, with ten fingers and both palms, with horizontal ribs and upright spine, with its filling and emptying heart, that wanted only your own heart, emptying, filled, in return. You gave it. What else could you do? — Jane Hirshfield, from “When Your Life Looks Back,” Come,… Continue reading Jane Hirshfield

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Poetry

Jane Hirshfield

How sad they are, the promises we never return to. They stay in our mouths, roughen the tongue, lead lives of their own. Houses built and unwittingly lived in; a succession of milk bottles brought to the door every morning and taken inside. And which one is real? The music in the composer’s ear or… Continue reading Jane Hirshfield

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