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“Self carries grief as a pack mule carries the side bags, being careful between the trees to leave extra room.”

Quote by Jane Hirshfield

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Jane Hirshfield

Jane Hirshfield is an American poet known for her concise and profound poetry. Born on February 24, 1953, she has gained widespread recognition in the literary world since the 1980s. more

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