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doc Ç Given Sugar ✓ Given Salt Read ´ Jane Hirshfield ↠ In this luminous and authoritative new collection Jane Hirshfield presents an ever deepening and altering comprehension of human existence in poems utterly uniue as William Matthews once wrote of her work in their praise of ceaseless mutabilityGht by its relentless passage Whether meditating upon a button the role of habit in our lives or the elusive nature of our relationship to sleep Hirshfield brings each subject into a surprising and magnified existen Boy when she hits and she does often it's like sparks off an anvil Try Ink or ClockAll clocks in themselves are sereneIt is their task to run down

Given Sugar Given Salt PoemsGht by its relentless passage Whether meditating upon a button the role of habit in our lives or the elusive nature of our relationship to sleep Hirshfield brings each subject into a surprising and magnified existen Boy when she hits and she does often it's like sparks off an anvil Try Ink or ClockAll clocks in themselves are sereneIt is their task to run down

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Given Sugar, Given Salt: Poems Ñ Raise of ceaseless mutability as life's central splendorIn poems complex in meaning yet clear in statement and depiction Hirshfield explores uestions of identity aging death and of time and the variegated gifts brou Given sugar given salt what will we do? What will you do? What will I do? Have we not already been given the sweet the complicated invigorating salt? Who chooses one over the other and why contrast these two and not the bitter and the sweet? There is a song by River City Extension called Something Salty Something Sweet which is about well sex of course but Hirshfield is after something else She is again illuminating simple objects like leather rocks vaccines ants a button pillows as in ‘Come Thief’ which I liked but these were written in 2001 10 years before the other and I can tell My heart and mind definitely weren’t called to like Mr Garrison Keillor wisely suggested poetry should be able to do and be The cover photo bothers me than I yet understand a still life of moldy fruit complicated by a rat and cockroach by Georg Flegel I had to look at the opened book on my table as I tried to eat mindfully and it was the bitter to the sweet I was trying to find in spring fresh ripe pears and blueberries and raw nuts and seeds and might have ruined the poems for me I get it it’s a Annie Dillard theme that I absolutely understand there is death in the mix a thousand ways beauty is eclipsed by decay rot ugliness So many of the poems might be considered the bitter rather than the salty compared to the sweet I am not sure how the cockroach can be considered salty which to me means adding zest spice intricacy earthiness Dimension flavor Not all good sometimes too much salt stings But the salt is of earth of the ocean of our bodies tears sweat The cockroach is just gross But here’s what I tend to do when given salty when given sweet when given bitter find the beautyLines There are openings in our livesof which we know nothing the envoy about a rat and a snakeDoes a poem enlarge the worldor only our idea of the world?How do you take one from the otherI lied or did not liein answer mathematicsIt is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to a houseEven in this lifetime you will have to choose treeThere is no substance that does not carry one inside ithands spinningas the Fates were said to do clockSome stories last many centuriesothers only a momentAll alter over that lifetime like beach glassgrow distant and beautiful with salt There is a stage in us where each being each thing is a mirrorI would like not minding whatever travels my heartTo follow it all the way into leaf form bark furl root touch and then keep walking unimaginably further metempsychosisPoemsRebusYou work with what you are giventhe red clay of griefthe black clay of stubbornness going on after Clay that tastes of care or carelessnessclay that smells of the bottoms of rivers or dustEach thought is a life you have lived or failed to live each word is a dish you have eaten or left on the table There are honeys so bitterno one would willingly choose to take themThe clay takes them honey of weariness honey of vanity honey of cruelty fearThis rebus slip and stubbornnessbottom of river my own consumed life when will I learn to read itplainly slowly uncolored by hope or desire? Not to understand it only to seeAs water given sugar sweetens given salt grows salty we become our choicesEach yes each no continuesthis one a ladder that one an anvil or cupThe ladder leans into its darkness The anvil leans into its silence The cup sits emptyHow can I enter this uestion the clay has asked? Poem With Two EndingsSay “death” and the whole room freezes–even the couches stop movingeven the lampsLike a suirrel suddenly aware it is being looked atSay the word continuouslyand things begin to go forwardYour life takes onthe jerky texture of an old film stripContinue saying it hold it moment after moment inside the mouthit becomes another syllableA shopping mall swirls around the corpse of a beetleDeath is voracious it swallows all the livingLife is voracious it swallows all the deadneither is ever satisfied neither is ever filledeach swallows and swallows the worldThe grip of life is as strong as the grip of deathbut the vanished the vanished beloved o where? reader ï Given Salt ´ Jane Hirshfield

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