Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

My Dead Friends by Marie Howe

I have begun,
when I'm weary and can't decide an answer to a bewildering question

to ask my dead friends for their opinion
and the answer is often immediate and clear.

Should I take the job? Move to the city? Should I try to 
conceive a child in my middle age? They stand in unison shaking their heads and smiling--
whatever leads to joy, they always answer, to more life and less worry. I look into the vase where Billy's
ashes were-- it's green in there, a green vase, and I ask Billy if I should return the difficult phone call, and
he says, yes. Billy's already gone through the frightening door, whatever he says I'll do. ~ from What the Living Do (W.W. Norton & Company Inc, 1997)


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