Hirsch is obviously a lover of public libraries (see "Branch Library" below), and that fact alone is enough to make me want to celebrate this poet! But, I'm also attracted to his writing, which I've found to be down-to-earth and poignant, without being cliched or sappy. I suggest that you make sure to read "Two Suitcases of Children's Drawings from Terezin, 1942-1944," it will grab your heart and wring it out, but you'll be honored to have stood "under the waterfall." I'm happy to recommend The Living Fire to all!
Here's that library poem I promised:
Branch LibraryYou can listen to an interview with Hirsch (or read the transcript) here. One of the poems that Hirsch reads during the segment is "Branch Library."
I wish I could find that skinny, long-beaked boy
who perched in the branches of the old branch library.
He spent the Sabbath flying between the wobbly stacks
and the flimsy wooden tables on the second floor,
pecking at nuts, nesting in broken spines, scratching
notes under his own corner patch of sky.
I'd give anything to find that birdy boy again
bursting out into the dusky blue afternoon
with his satchel of scrawls and scribbles,
radiating heat, singing with joy.
This week's Poetry Friday Round-Up can be found at The Stenhouse Blog.