Welcome to poetry month and thirty days of poems from Knopf and its sister imprints. Our first day is devoted to Edward Hirsch, who has just turned sixty, and whose birthday Knopf celebrates with The Living Fire: New and Selected Poems, a volume that provides a rich sampling from his seven collections of poetry to date as well as new poems. Hirsch, also the author of several nonfiction books about poetry, a former editor of the Poet’s Choice column in the Washington Post, an industrious critic and introducer of volumes by poets as disparate as John Keats and L. E. Sissman, is a lively participant in the conversation about poetry, a true ambassador for the art. But his own poems, over the past thirty-five years, are the best of what he has to give us. Here is “Self-portrait,” a frank self-examination that nonetheless touches on his belief that a poem—and the mysterious force of imagination which gives birth to it—can bring us as near to redemption as anything else.
Throughout the month, scroll down for more good things following the poems: links to Edward Hirsch’s tour schedule around the country this month and an interview with Big Think appear below.
Listen to Edward Hirsch reading “Self-portrait.”Audio
S e l f – p o r t r a i t
I lived between my heart and my head,
like a married couple who can’t get along.
I lived between my left arm, which is swift
and sinister, and my right, which is righteous.
I lived between a laugh and a scowl,
and voted against myself, a two-party system.
My left leg dawdled or danced along,
my right cleaved to the straight and narrow.
My left shoulder was like a stripper on vacation,
my right stood upright as a Roman soldier.
Let’s just say that my left side was the organ
donor and leave my private parts alone,
but as for my eyes, which are two shades
of brown, well, Dionysus, meet Apollo.
Look at Eve raising her left eyebrow
while Adam puts his right foot down.
No one expected it to survive,
but divorce seemed out of the question.
I suppose my left hand and my right hand
will be clasped over my chest in the coffin
and I’ll be reconciled at last,
I’ll be whole again.
More about The Living Fire: New and Selected Poems
Watch Big Think’s interview with Edward Hirsch
Edward Hirsch’s full event schedule
I like Hirsch’s embrace of the between-ness of living, the absence of stillness; there will be time for sleep after the curtain falls.
I just wanted to say what a great poem this is for the first day of April. I have also been going through a period of reconciling with my “self” and this poem really speaks to the journey I am on. Thank you Edward and I look forward to reading more of your work.
Andrea
A few years ago I told one of my dearest friends, a psychology professor like myself, that I thought I had a split personality. He went to his library and took down a heap of heavy textbooks to prove to me that I was wrong.
I just sent him a copy of Edward Hirsch’s 22-line, 167-word poem, “Self-portrait,” to prove to him I was right.
B Z F
This poem elegantly expresses the way I look at myself: a criminal mind in a law-abiding body.
This poem couldn’t be Mr. Hirsch’s. It is definitely my self-portrait but expressed beyond my ability. He voiced my dilemma beautifully.
i paln a book which has poem and business topics. not easy, but i like this work. as possible as i read many poems. today, i read it in seoul. thanks for wonderful posting. i like green.^^
I really enjoyed the poem…in fact thought it was marvellous…It’s always a relief to come across someone who has something to say…and knows how to do it.
Bernard,
Who won? LOL I find the dichotomy or between-ness in this poem interesting. Being a psychology teacher, I have this interest. Does Dissociative Identity Disorder(DID) exist? I am a great admirer of Frost. Some find him a pleasant poet. He lulls them with his melody and doesn’t outright say that we are all alone and there are boundaries everywhere. Or does he?