Absolutely beautiful poem featured today on American Life in Poetry. I enjoyed immensely and am excited to share it with you!
American Life in Poetry: Column 382
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006
Jane Hirshfield, who lives in the San Francisco Bay area, is one of our country’s finest poets, and
I have never seen a poem of hers that I didn’t admire. Here’s a fine one that I see as being about
our inability to control the world beyond us.
Stay, I said
to the cut flowers.
their heads lower.
Stay, I said to the spider,
embarrassed for me and itself.
Stay, I said to my body.
It sat as a dog does,
obedient for a moment,
soon starting to tremble.
Stay, to the earth
of riverine valley meadows,
of fossiled escarpments,
of limestone and sandstone.
It looked back
with a changing expression, in silence.
Stay, I said to my loves.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org),
publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of
Nebraska, Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2011 by Jane Hirshfield, from her most recent book of poems,
Come, Thief, Alfred A. Knopf, 2011. Poem reprinted by permission of Jane Hirshfield and the publisher. Introduction copyright 2012 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.
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