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How to Read a Poem: And Fall in Love with Poetry (Paperback) by Edward Hirsch avg rating 3.87 — 71 ratings — published 2000 3 editions |
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Poet's Choice (Paperback) by Edward Hirsch avg rating 4.19 — 31 ratings — published 2007 2 editions |
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Wild Gratitude (Paperback) by Edward Hirsch avg rating 4.04 — 27 ratings — published 2003 3 editions |
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The Night Parade: Poems (Paperback) by Edward Hirsch avg rating 4.08 — 24 ratings — published 2003 |
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Earthly Measures: Poems (Paperback) by Edward Hirsch avg rating 3.56 — 28 ratings — published 1996 |
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The Demon and the Angel: Searching for the Source of Artistic Inspiration (Paperback) by Edward Hirsch avg rating 4.09 — 25 ratings — published 2003 4 editions |
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Lay Back the Darkness: Poems (Paperback) by Edward Hirsch avg rating 3.87 — 23 ratings — published 2004 2 editions |
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For the Sleepwalkers (Carnegie Mellon Classic Contemporary) by Edward Hirsch avg rating 4.64 — 14 ratings — published 1998 3 editions |
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On Love: Poems (Paperback) by Edward Hirsch avg rating 3.67 — 16 ratings — published 2000 2 editions |
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Special Orders: Poems (Hardcover) by Edward Hirsch avg rating 4.17 — 12 ratings — published 2008 |
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quotes by Edward Hirsch
"A Partial History of My Stupidity
Traffic was heavy coming off the bridge
and I took the road to the right, the wrong one,
and got stuck in the car for hours.
Most nights I rushed out into the evening
without paying attention to the trees,
whose names I didn't know,
or the birds, which flew heedlessly on.
I couldn't relinquish my desires
or accept them, and so I strolled along
like a tiger that wanted to spring,
but was still afraid of the wildness within.
The iron bars seemed invisible to others,
but I carried a cage around inside me.
I cared too much what other people thought
and made remarks I shouldn't have made.
I was slient when I should have spoken.
Forgive me, philosophers,
I read the Stoics but never understood them.
I felt that I was living the wrong life,
spiritually speaking,
while halfway around the world
thousands of people were being slaughtered,
some of them by my countrymen.
So I walked on--distracted, lost in thought--
and forgot to attend to those who suffered
far away, nearby.
Forgive me, faith, for never having any.
I did not believe in God,
who eluded me."
— Edward Hirsch
Traffic was heavy coming off the bridge
and I took the road to the right, the wrong one,
and got stuck in the car for hours.
Most nights I rushed out into the evening
without paying attention to the trees,
whose names I didn't know,
or the birds, which flew heedlessly on.
I couldn't relinquish my desires
or accept them, and so I strolled along
like a tiger that wanted to spring,
but was still afraid of the wildness within.
The iron bars seemed invisible to others,
but I carried a cage around inside me.
I cared too much what other people thought
and made remarks I shouldn't have made.
I was slient when I should have spoken.
Forgive me, philosophers,
I read the Stoics but never understood them.
I felt that I was living the wrong life,
spiritually speaking,
while halfway around the world
thousands of people were being slaughtered,
some of them by my countrymen.
So I walked on--distracted, lost in thought--
and forgot to attend to those who suffered
far away, nearby.
Forgive me, faith, for never having any.
I did not believe in God,
who eluded me."
— Edward Hirsch
"Works of art imitate and provoke other works of art, the process is the source of art itself."
— Edward Hirsch
— Edward Hirsch
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