Reading Poetry Through the War

War, early mornings, and the poetry of Jane Hirshfield.

Jude Ellison S. Doyle

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A narcissus growing who-knows-where.
A narcissus. This will matter later. Photo by Mohammad Asadi on Unsplash

I blame my mother for it, the morning-routine thing. When I was young, she got up every day before dawn to pray. I was never quite clear on everything she did, but it was elaborate; she said her prayers, she did some devotional reading, she lit candles, one for each person she cared about and “one for my enemies,” she…

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Jude Ellison S. Doyle

Author of “Trainwreck” (Melville House, ‘16) and “Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers” (Melville House, ‘19). Columns published far and wide across the Internet.