Because I love the poetry of Jane Hirshfield, I loved this interview with her on YouTube at “Jane Hirshfield at PoetryEAST”.
I return to many of her poems but this is one of my favorites. From watching this interview I learned that most of her poems come from what she’s experienced or seen. This is not imagined. It’s “real” though the leap of vision is hers, “To be that porous, to have such largeness pass through me”.
The Supple Deer
The quiet opening
between fence strands
perhaps eighteen inches.
Antlers to hind hooves
four feet off the ground
the deer poured through.
No tuft of the coarse white belly hair left behind.
I don’t know how a stag turns
into a stream, an arc of water,
I have never felt such accurate envy.
Not of the deer:
To be that porous, to have such largeness pass through me.
– Jane Hirshfield

















































