Tag: Jane Hirshfield

• A Life of Plenty

  Gennady Privedentsev, “Still life with horn of plenty” Spell to Be Said upon Waking Trout’s maculate body, delible house of the wasps’ nests, white face of the horse — Draw close. A shadow closes your foxgrass, lichens your boulders. Cloudy the vow of the leaf in the water. Lion, where is your hunger? Come tortoise,…

  mariegauthier

  November 24, 2010

  family, food, friends, poetry, Time

  Jane Hirshfield, poetry, Thanksgiving