Poetry Flesh, Zen Bones: Poet Jane Hirshfield | Tricycle

Poetry Flesh, Zen Bones: Poet Jane Hirshfield | Tricycle

“A Cedary Fragrance”:

Even now,
decades after,
I wash my face with cold water—

not for discipline,
nor memory,
nor the icy, awakening slap,

but to practice
choosing
to make the unwanted wanted.

(from Given Sugar, Given Salt, HarperCollins, 2001)