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Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it.
Jane Hirshfield
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Jane Hirshfield
Age: 71
Born: 1953
Born: February 24
Climate Activist
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The heft of a life in the hands grows both lighter and weightier. Over time, my life has become more saturated with its shape and made-ness, while my poems have become more and more free. The first word of every poem might be Yes. The next words: And then.
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Passion does not make careful arguments: it declares itself, and that is enough.
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As this life is not a gate, but the horse plunging through it.
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The nourishment of Cezanne's awkward apples is in the tenderness and alertness they awaken inside us.
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Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am.
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A person is full of sorrow the way a burlap sack is full of stones or sand.
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And when two people have loved each other see how it is like a scar between their bodies, stronger, darker, and proud how the black cord makes of them a single fabric that nothing can tear or mend.
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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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Self carries grief as a pack mule carries the side bags, being careful between the trees to leave extra room.
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In my poems though, as you say, the comic arrived fairly late. This doubtless has something to do with growing older. A person who's seen a bit of the world can't help but notice how foolish is the self-centeredness we bring to our tiny slice of existence.
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A poem's essential discovery can happen at a single sitting. The cascade of discoveries in an essay, or even finding a question worth exploring in one, seems to need roughly the time it takes to plant and harvest a crop of bush beans.
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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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The moonlight builds its cold chapel again out of piecemeal darkness.
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Life is short. But desire, desire is long.
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