Reading Poetry Through the War
War, early mornings, and the poetry of Jane Hirshfield.
9 min readOct 27, 2023
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…