tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post3407862926652807580..comments2023-12-16T23:54:45.620+13:00Comments on . . . All Finite Things Reveal Infinitude . . . : Tuesday Poem - Mule Heart by Jane HirshfieldClaire Beynonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-78289992263155269452013-04-24T21:28:11.056+12:002013-04-24T21:28:11.056+12:00I awoke early this morning and found myself readin...I awoke early this morning and found myself reading in The Essential Rumi ... after prayer. Beginning on page 70 is a poem titled After The Meditation. It ends with this verse, Don't trust that to anyone else, There are hypocrites who will praise you, but who do not care about the health of your heart-donkey. Be concentrated and leonine in the hunt for what is your true nourishment. Don't be distracted by blandishment-noises, of any sort. I remembered this poem of Jane Hirshfield's and found it here.Dan Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13109768196418997908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-5601322568678284072012-02-11T19:25:03.570+13:002012-02-11T19:25:03.570+13:00It's been too long since I've read Jane Hi...It's been too long since I've read Jane Hirshfield. Thank you for the nudge back in her direction.T. https://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-83351956227282784652011-03-10T00:40:33.026+13:002011-03-10T00:40:33.026+13:00John, where's your comment gone? I came back t...John, where's your comment gone? I came back to read it again - what you said was useful and interesting. Oh well, I can always re-read my own comment... (hmmm, not nearly as satisfying)Mary McCallumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07482261103185786111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-40596479991732725812011-03-09T18:39:43.854+13:002011-03-09T18:39:43.854+13:00Claire,
I "love" this poem.
Thank you ...Claire,<br /><br />I "love" this poem.<br /><br />Thank you for posting it.<br /><br />Thank you, too, for your moral support during the two weeks 'post 'quake'.Helen Lowehttp://helenlowe.info/blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-60471255882092012232011-03-09T10:05:36.370+13:002011-03-09T10:05:36.370+13:00A design of our thoughts.A design of our thoughts.Out on the prairiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09548162534362532705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-33730218167412812102011-03-09T05:29:18.787+13:002011-03-09T05:29:18.787+13:00It may be too simplistic, but I see our human selv...It may be too simplistic, but I see our human selves as the donkey and the baskets, but then one of my great enlightenments was when I knew I was Sisyphus AND the rock. What I loved most was learning about being in service to the poem, and the quote Timothy shared. There is so much in and about poetry I want to know. Thank you. xoMarylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-89670358755839397732011-03-08T18:42:31.652+13:002011-03-08T18:42:31.652+13:00"Calm and complete" -- the description w..."Calm and complete" -- the description works equally well for this delicate meditation on our stubborn, loyal, sometimes humble hearts, with their little bells and sparse manes. A gentle but penetrating image.<br />I found it necessary to, in effect, unread the backstory to arrive wholly at the poem; Jane Hirshfield's comments pointed me in other directions more compelling in themselves than as prelude to "Mule Heart." What she says about being in service to the poem rings true, of course, and reminds me of Hayden Carruth's observation (quoting from memory): "Why ask about the uses of poetry? Poetry is what uses us."<br />I like the redesign of your blog, C. It too feels calm and complete. -- TTimothy Cahillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10603395656560067724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-70068659025794179302011-03-08T18:38:12.180+13:002011-03-08T18:38:12.180+13:00I shall be back.I shall be back.Antares Cryptoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12197876328401157462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-44971600410897166452011-03-08T15:45:32.682+13:002011-03-08T15:45:32.682+13:00Mary, John - you've got me thinking. . . and t...Mary, John - you've got me thinking. . . and thinking differently. Thanks. I will be back.Claire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-61826647429776742632011-03-08T12:52:43.096+13:002011-03-08T12:52:43.096+13:00This comment has been removed by the author.Penal-Colonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04578228230659521795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-41512540408791508382011-03-08T12:10:02.865+13:002011-03-08T12:10:02.865+13:00Interesting, the theme of this poem echoes the the...Interesting, the theme of this poem echoes the theme of my poem this week: Magnificent, or I think it does. The failure of body in one basket, the memories of the magnificence of body in the other... the getting through... Oddly too, I was walking in the bush with a friend just now and we were on a particularly thin rocky track and I talked about going up such a track on a donkey in Santorini. It was terrifying at times, but I didn't dare get off, which informed my reading of this poem. Thank you for it, Claire, and for your wonderful initiative to help Christchurch. Mary xMary McCallumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07482261103185786111noreply@blogger.com