Go back to The October Palace, which came out in 1994, and there are poems with windows, doors, the rooms of the gorgeous and vanishing palace that is this ordinary world and ordinary life. Jungian archetype would say the house is a figure for the experienced, experiencing self.
A tree lives on its roots. If you change the root, you change the tree. Culture lives in human beings. If you change the human heart the culture will… - Jane Hirshfield
A tree lives on its roots. If you change the root, you change the tree. Culture lives in human beings. If you change the human heart the culture will…
- Jane Hirshfield
Sam Hamill is a writer unabashedly taking his place within the community of literature and the community of all sentient beings-his fidelity is to th… - Jane Hirshfield
Sam Hamill is a writer unabashedly taking his place within the community of literature and the community of all sentient beings-his fidelity is to th…
Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am. - Jane Hirshfield
Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am.
At some point I realized that you don't get a full human life if you try to cut off one end of it, that you need to agree to the entire experience, t… - Jane Hirshfield
At some point I realized that you don't get a full human life if you try to cut off one end of it, that you need to agree to the entire experience, t…
This garden is no metaphor - more a task that swallows you into itself, earth using, as always, everything it can. - Jane Hirshfield
This garden is no metaphor - more a task that swallows you into itself, earth using, as always, everything it can.
Metaphors get under your skin by ghosting right past the logical mind. - Jane Hirshfield
Metaphors get under your skin by ghosting right past the logical mind.
Habit, laziness, and fear conspire to keep us comfortably within the familiar. - Jane Hirshfield
Habit, laziness, and fear conspire to keep us comfortably within the familiar.
How fragile we are, between the few good moments. - Jane Hirshfield
How fragile we are, between the few good moments.
How silently the heart pivots on its hinge. - Jane Hirshfield
How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.
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