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.

Frozen as far as the eye can see by Marge Piercy

A white pond: icefishing in Michigan.
I was twelve and bored.
My father and I sat in a little 
hut—I liked that part—

staring at a hole and ablack
water, staring at a bobber
waiting for a fish I didn’t want
except for something to happen.

Shivering in the dark in the middle 
of the lake frozen to a nondescript
white field, I longed for demons
and corpses, anything at all.

My adolescence stretched out 
beyond the horizon, pallid,
teatureless, and any tracks crossing
were going noplace I wanted to be.

~ from Colors Passing Through Us (Alfred A. Knopf, 2003)


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