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Jane Hirshfield was born in New York City on February 24, 1953....
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First Light Edging Cirrus

 
by Jane Hirshfield

1025 molecules
are enough 
to call woodthrush or apple.

A hummingbird, fewer.
A wristwatch: 1024.

An alphabet's molecules,
tasting of honey, iron, and salt,
cannot be counted—

as some strings, untouched,
sound when a near one is speaking.

As it was when love slipped inside us.
It looked out face to face in every direction.

Then it was inside the tree, the rock, the cloud.









From Come, Thief (Knopf, 2011), by Jane Hirshfield. Copyright 2008 by Jane Hirshfield. Used with permission.
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