16 Quotes & Sayings By Jane Hirshfield

Jane Hirshfield is the author of two collections of poetry, five books of literary criticism and biography, and four books for children. Her poetry has been recognized by the National Book Critics Circle, the National Book Award, and the Pulitzer Prize. Her work has been anthologized in The Best American Poetry, The Norton Anthology of Short Fiction, The Best American Essays, and The Best American Short Stories. Her essays have appeared in Harper's Magazine and Granta Read more

It was a Clarion West faculty member who introduced her to her first poem, which was about a bird that had flown into a window and then become trapped there. Hirshfield's second collection of poems "Zoo Birds" won the 1995 Pulitzer Prize for poetry. Her most recent book is "A Bird in a Gilded Cage," a collection of poems on birds in captivity.

In 2003 she was awarded a MacArthur Fellowship for her work on behalf of writing.

Hope is the hardest love we carry.
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Hope is the hardest love we carry. Jane Hirshfield
One breath taken completely; one poem, fully written, fully read...
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One breath taken completely; one poem, fully written, fully read - in such a moment, anything can happen. Jane Hirshfield
As some strings, untouched, sound when no one is speaking....
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As some strings, untouched, sound when no one is speaking. So it was when love slipped inside us. Jane Hirshfield
Poetry's work is the clarification and magnification of being.
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Poetry's work is the clarification and magnification of being. Jane Hirshfield
One way poetry connects is across time.. .. Some echo...
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One way poetry connects is across time.. .. Some echo of a writer's physical experience comes into us when we read her poem. Jane Hirshfield
The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt...
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The heart's actionsare neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird singing back to another because it can't not. Jane Hirshfield
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To plunge one thing into the shape or nature of another is a fundamental gesture of creative insight, part of how we make for ourselves a world more expansive, deft, fertile, and startling in richness. Jane Hirshfield
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Age in itself gives substance – what has lasted becomes a thing worth keeping. An older poem's increasing strangeness of language is part of its beauty, in the same way that the cracks and darkening of an old painting become part of its luminosity in the viewer’s mind. Jane Hirshfield
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Standing DeerAs the house of a personin age sometimes grows clutteredwith what istoo loved or too heavy to part with, the heart may grow cluttered. And still the house will be emptied, and still the heart. As the thoughts of a personin age sometimes grow sparer, like the great cleanness come into a room, the soul may grow sparer;one sparrow song carves it completely. And still the room is full, and still the heart. Empty and filled, like the curling half-light of morning, in which everything is still possible and so why not. Filled and empty, like the curling half-light of evening, in which everything now is finished and so why not. Beloved, what can be, what was, will be taken from us. I have disappointed. I am sorry. I knew no better. A root seeks water. Tenderness only breaks open the earth. This morning, out the window, the deer stood like a blessing, then vanished. . Jane Hirshfield
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Perimeter is not meaning, but it changes meaning, /as wit increases distance, and compassion erodes it. Jane Hirshfield
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In a room with many windowssome thoughts slide past uncatchable, ghostly. Jane Hirshfield
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It is, of course, we who house poems as much as their words, and we ourselves must be the locus of poetry's depth of newness. Still, the permeability seems to travel both ways: a changed self will find new meanings in a good poem, but a good poem also changes the shape of the self. Jane Hirshfield
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Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it. Jane Hirshfield
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TreeIt is foolishto let a young redwoodgrow next to a house. Even in this one lifetime, you will have to choose. That great calm being, this clutter of soup pots and books-- Already the first branch-tips brush at the window. Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life. Jane Hirshfield
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The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to c Jane Hirshfield