The result is the following poem by Jane Hirshfield: Today, When I Could Do Nothing. Today, when I could do nothing, I saved an ant. It must have come in with the morning paper, ...

In Defense of Nothing. By Peter Gizzi. I guess these trailers lined up in the lot off the highway will do. I guess that crooked eucalyptus tree also.

The tone of the poem changes slowly from one of introspection to one of unshakeable confidence. And the refrain, “because I am not done yet,” is the beat that sets up this stirring crescendo ...