Jane Hirshfield
A poem by Jane Hirshfield.
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“I've returned to this poem in the autumn of each year since I was about 17.”
August Day
The Peace of Wild Things
Wild Geese
Let the Day Go
From Blossoms
What the Living Do
The Lives of the Heart
Vespers (End of August)
To the Rain
Meditations in an Emergency
Learn a Poem This Week (NYT Poetry Challenge)
