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Your fate is to be yourself, both punishment and crime. By Jane Hirshfield

Hunger that comes and goes turns time into memory. By Jane Hirshfield

over 19,000 haiku about Spam - "Spamku" - have to this date been posted online. By Jane Hirshfield

Let reason flow like water around a stone, the stone remains. By Jane Hirshfield

Zen pretty much comes down to three things everything changes; everything is connected; pay attention. By Jane Hirshfield

Zen is less the study of doctrine than a set of tools for discovering what can be known when the world is looked at with open eyes. By Jane Hirshfield

Time ... brings us everything we have and are, then comes with a back-loader and starts taking it all away. By Jane Hirshfield

One way poetry connects is across time ... Some echo of a writer's physical experience comes into us when we read her poem. By Jane Hirshfield

There is no paradise, no place of true completion that does not include within its walls the unknown. By Jane Hirshfield

Gestation requires protected space; ripening requires both permeability to the outer - and non-disturbance. By Jane Hirshfield

A certain amount of housekeeping also goes on in my poems. I wash doorknobs, do dishes, mop floors, patch carpets, cook. By Jane Hirshfield

I will never become a horse trainer, a biologist, a person competent with a hammer. My loves were my loves. By Jane Hirshfield

My job as a human being as well as a writer is to feel as thoroughly as possible the experience that I am part of, and then press it a little further. By Jane Hirshfield

A studio, like a poem, is an intimacy and a freedom you can look out from, into each part of your life and a little beyond. By Jane Hirshfield

Poems ... are perfume bottles momentarily unstopped - what they release is volatile and will vanish, and yet it can be released again, By Jane Hirshfield

So few the grains of happiness measured against all the dark and still the scales balance. By Jane Hirshfield

Poetry's work is not simply the recording of inner or outer perception; it makes by words and music new possibilities of perceiving By 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. By Jane Hirshfield

if you see for yourself, hear for yourself, and enter deeply enough this seeing and hearing, all things will speak with and through you. By Jane Hirshfield

Passion does not make careful arguments: it declares itself, and that is enough. By Jane Hirshfield

Time-awareness does indeed watermark my books and my life. By Jane Hirshfield

As this life is not a gate, but the horse plunging through it. By Jane Hirshfield

Within the silence, expansion, and sustained day by day concentration, I grow permeable. By Jane Hirshfield

The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.[Autumn] By Jane Hirshfield

Clear moon, a boy afraid of foxes walked home by his lover By Jane Hirshfield

Metaphors think with the imagination and the senses. The hot chili peppers in them explode in the mouth and the mind. By Jane Hirshfield

The creative is always an act of recombination, with something added by new juxtaposition-as making a spark requires two things struck together. By Jane Hirshfield

Words are not the end of thought, they are where it begins. By Jane Hirshfield

A person is full of sorrow the way a burlap sack is full of stones or sand. By Jane Hirshfield

I need more and more silence, it feels. Poems don't leap into my mind when I'm distracted, turned outward, with other people, listening to music. By Jane Hirshfield

How silently the heart pivots on its hinge. By Jane Hirshfield

Perimeter is not meaning, but it changes meaning,/as wit increases distance, and compassion erodes it. By Jane Hirshfield

I'd say that the middle stanza is closer: that's the place where the poem ranges unexpectedly into a different realm. By Jane Hirshfield

Neither a person entirely brokennor one entirely whole can speak.In sorrow, pretend to be fearless. In happiness, tremble. By Jane Hirshfield

You may do this, I tell you, it is permitted. Begin again the story of your life. By Jane Hirshfield

Metaphors get under your skin by ghosting right past the logical mind. By Jane Hirshfield

Self carries grief as a pack mule carries the side bags, being careful between the trees to leave extra room. By Jane Hirshfield

Poetry's task is to increase the available stock of reality, R P Blackmur said. By Jane Hirshfield

Leave a door open long enough, a cat will enter. Leave food, it will stay. By Jane Hirshfield

Existence itself is nothing if not an amazement. Good poems restore amazement. By Jane Hirshfield

Art can be defined as beauty able to transcend the circumstances of its making. By Jane Hirshfield

Every morning is new as the last one, uncreased as the not quite imaginable first. By Jane Hirshfield

There are worlds / in which nothing is adjective, everything noun. By Jane Hirshfield

Do not follow the ancient masters, seek what they sought. By Jane Hirshfield

How fine is the mesh of death. You can almost see through it. By Jane Hirshfield

The same words come from each mouth differently. By Jane Hirshfield

In order to gain anything, you must first lose everything By Jane Hirshfield

The nourishment of Cezanne's awkward apples is in the tenderness and alertness they awaken inside us. By Jane Hirshfield

In the dictionary of Cat, mercy is missing. By Jane Hirshfield

I don't have a cell phone (though for years I've kept saying, "soon"). By Jane Hirshfield

I feel like I am in the service of the poem. The poem isn't something I make. The poem is something I serve. By Jane Hirshfield

Any woodthrush shows it - he sings, not to fill the world, but because he is filled. By Jane Hirshfield

If truth is the lure, humans are fishes. By Jane Hirshfield

Desire is the moment before the race is run. By Jane Hirshfield

How fragile we are, between the few good moments. By Jane Hirshfield

This garden is no metaphor - more a task that swallows you into itself, earth using, as always, everything it can. By Jane Hirshfield

Habit, laziness, and fear conspire to keep us comfortably within the familiar. By Jane Hirshfield

A poem can use anything to talk about anything. By Jane Hirshfield

As some strings, untouched,sound when no one is speaking.So it was when love slipped inside us. By Jane Hirshfield

In a room with many windowssome thoughts slide past uncatchable, ghostly. By Jane Hirshfield

Think assailable thoughts, or be lonely. By Jane Hirshfield

Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it. By Jane Hirshfield

Something looks back from the trees,and knows me for who I am. By Jane Hirshfield

What lives in words is what words were needed to learn. By Jane Hirshfield

Near even a candle, the visible heat. So it is with a person in love. By Jane Hirshfield

Hope is the hardest love we carry. By Jane Hirshfield

Why ask art into a life at all, if not to be transformed and enlarged by its presence and mysterious means? Some By Jane Hirshfield

An ordinary hole beside a path through the woods might begin to open to altered worlds. By Jane Hirshfield

There are openings in our lives of which we know nothing. By Jane Hirshfield

The moonlight builds its cold chapel again out of piecemeal darkness. By Jane Hirshfield

Some questions cannot be answered. They become familiar weights in the hand, round stones pulled from the pocket, unyielding and cool. By Jane Hirshfield

Poetry's work is the clarification and magnification of being. By Jane Hirshfield

The untranslatable thought must be the most precise. By Jane Hirshfield

One breath taken completely; one poem, fully written, fully read - in such a moment, anything can happen. By Jane Hirshfield

Life is short. But desire, desire is long. By Jane Hirshfield

Between certainty and the real, an ancient enmity. By Jane Hirshfield

Poems are always interested in what Ivan Illich called 'shadow work,' not least because that is no small part of their own way of working. By Jane Hirshfield