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At the Olson House Cushing, Maine   Wherefore   To taste as if something tasted for the first time what we will have become then.                                     Jane Hirshfield                                     I Would Like     Where does it go after gathering after all that lather has evaporated?   Imagine up- stream the stallion-black havoc is that fast & has  insisted his dawn call in the slip of wind listen it is  this ripple beginning humbly nearly thoughtless or not thoughtless but still without cause just because   not aimless but without aim it simply is i...

  Infertility   And when at last the leap comes, it is most often also from the side, the rear, an overhead perch; some word-blind woven of brush or shadow or fire.                                       Jane Hirshfield                                     Poetry and the Mind of Indirection   How long, wanting, to root?  Does turning in or turning away?  Or tuning for for that matter. Does sideways?  Does sight but not sight only and scent does scent then its becoming somehow tongue?  A mouth and then a lid for the eye.  Then the other eye. A summoning of touch?  Y...

  nesting wrens     Wrens, twa &   twain             their   twist—ellipsis in mid-air             insist & dip & instantly                         lift the ground to sky                                     a notation’s rise while I forever dressed in gravity             fight my ever desiring                         eye—not envy—no—      ...