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

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Jane Hirshfield
Age: 71
Born: 1953
Born: February 24
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as some strings, untouched, sound when no one is speaking. So it was when love slipped inside us.
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Neither a person entirely broken nor one entirely whole can speak. In sorrow, pretend to be fearless. In happiness, tremble.
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I want to understand the piers of language and music and comprehension that can hold up a building even when what the building houses is an earthquake. This thinking must surely come into the poems I write, but more by osmosis than will.
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It's more for me as with going into a forest: if you sit quietly for a long time, the life around you emerges. As the world grows ever more clamorous, my hunger for silence steepens. I unplug the landline.
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