"An Hour is Not a House"

Explore the intangible nature of time in Jane Hirshfield's "An Hour is Not a House." Uncover the poetry's hidden depths and reflect on life's ephemeral beauty. Read now.

"An Hour is Not a House"
An hour is not a house, a life is not a house, you do not go through them as if they were doors to another.
Yet an hour can have shape and proportion, four walls, a ceiling. An hour can be dropped like a glass.
Some want quiet as others want bread. Some want sleep. My eyes went to the window, as a cat or dog left alone does.

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