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THREE TIMES MY LIFE HAS OPENED Three times my life has opened. Once, into darkness and rain. Once, ... Jane Hirshfield See more in Lives of the Heart, Jane Hirshfield’s 1997 Poetry Collection The following poem models Hirshfield’s poem in syntax and theme. Like art students who carefully copy the Mona Lisa, the poet can also learn from her masters.

READING JANE HIRSHFIELD

Three times I have read your poem. Once, given to me by a teacher, and told to understand it. Once, typing it in my room, watching the long lines after the short, wondering about choices, commas in the right places, and sentences inverted, and the details. Once, writing by hand in a city café. These three are not different. You will wonder why I do such things or perhaps you don’t care. But in front of me is a long row of coffee flavours and I know I need to make a beautiful metaphor out of this, bottles in rows tasting of Umbria or Barcelona or Sicily Neither am I capable, this post-retreat weekend, in knowing anything. There are poems. They are written. They are stored in a lost closet. But a cape of dark covers the closet, the key long gone, or on a ring long forgotten, like the one I find in a suitcase I had stored in the garage I finally cleaned.

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Wordworks Fall 2015  

WordWorks Fall 2015 issue was devoted to the ideas of retreats and readings, with many thoughtful and engaging articles, and a whole new des...

Wordworks Fall 2015  

WordWorks Fall 2015 issue was devoted to the ideas of retreats and readings, with many thoughtful and engaging articles, and a whole new des...

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