On Jane Hirshfield’s The Beauty

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
July 20, 2016
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In The Beauty, Jane Hirshfield ushers in moments of revelation through poems at once earthly and philosophical, exploring everything from cellophane to the proteins that thread the speaker’s spine. I’ve spent the past week walking around with her poem “In a Kitchen Where Mushrooms Were Washed” in my head. It’s too easy to say her lines linger like the scent of the morels, “which darken the air they come into,” but it’s true.

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