JANE HIRSHFIELD FEATURED AT ALBANY (CA) LIBRARY December 4, 2008
Poetry at the Albany Library
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First Thursdays: Featured Poet and Open Mic
December 4, 2008Â Â 7:00 to 9:00 p.m.
Featured Poet: Jane Hirshfield
The Jane Hirshfield Interview
from MiPoesias Magazine
Books by Jane Hirshfield
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 Jane Hirshfield          © PJ Taylor
A superb poet, essayist, translator, and teacher, Jane Hirshfield has been praised for work “both passionate and radiant” (New York Times Book Review) and “poems that brilliantly portray even mundane experiences as… revelation” (The Washington Post).
In addition to six poetry books, Hirshfield has co-edited and co-translated anthologies of women’s poetry and has published two essay collections that speak to the pleasures and challenges of a creative life.
Jane Hirshfield describes her current themes as “personal, environmental, ?political, and universal (transience, our interconnectedness, gains, and loss),” but she quickly follows with the warning that “generalizing is the opposite of poem-making.” Her long practice of Zen Buddhism might contribute to how she discovers a poem by “allowing the mind to range as the psyche’s appetites direct me . . . to see some new thing from the corner of the eye, and turn towards that.”
Bill Moyers featured Hirshield in his PBS series, “The Sounds of Poetry,” and in his book, Fooling With Words. Her poems have been published in The New Yorker, The Atlantic Monthly, Poetry, and in five editions of The Best American Poetry . She has been awarded grants from the Guggenheim and Rockefeller Foundations, and from the NEA and the Academy of American Poets.
After, Hirshfield’s most recent book of poetry, was short-listed for a T.S. Elliot Award and named Book of the Year by The Washington Post, the San Francisco Chronicle, and England’s Financial Times.
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April 13th, 2010 at 12:41 pm
IN A WONDEROUS CAVE
they’re waiting in the valley
they’re holding big white candles
a princess looks with fierceness
the cavern’s filled with stones
beneath the stones are wishes
they’re buried for exposure
five voices from the shadows
forbid the hollow’s closure
a centaur stomps in fervor
a nymph is pale and sick
i’m standing in the darkness
i’m unawares, but quick
from stars a fallen angel
its cries a deafening pain
i’m standing in the darkness
i know not where i am
all eyes are now upon me
a thousand questions asked
misplaced, i lost my blessing
perhaps it was miscast?
tis easy, all beginnings
and hard to travel back
i’ll straighten out the history
destroying hatred’s past
i hid within dark corners
my thoughts upon the ground
then sudden were my eyes upturned
to bright fair, all around
the stones now crimson flowers
the cave walls silken threads
wishes bloomed as springtime
light and love now wed
where gone, the fearsome horrors
why came the gentle grace
how treked i to the cavern?
to know is not my place.
leave you, dear fragrant hollow
to arms of mars now shorn
set down my armor draping
my sword amongst the thorns
i’ll fight the call to battle
and shear the feel of guilt
i must pursue ersarthyl
and ne’er lay hands on hilt.
hail venus, i’m through waring
another fight i make
restoring love’s high glory
no blood shall i dare take
diana braced me firmly
and gave me bow of song
to touch those souls abiding
and right the suffering wronged
though i yet still the soldier
disarmed convention’s way
my foes are not unhindered
their nature soon i’ll stay
23 March 7:23AM
© Ronald Erik, 2009