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“Perimeter is not meaning, but it changes meaning,/as wit increases distance, and compassion erodes it.”

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Jane Hirshfield
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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