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.

Fear Ghazal by Carole Glasser Langille

In the form of a black moth,
fear flew out of my body and went off, free.

Old age walks towards me. I want nothing
to do withit, like a teenager ashamed of her mother.

Once, if nights were cool and a voice said, go in, I would.
Now nights are cold and I still go out though voices tell me
stay, stay.

Father, do you hide your tenderness?
Are old age and illness all you’ve been given to face your death?

Having laid your hands on it you know it’s ice. But courage
disguises itself, the way a wild ocean delivers ships.

~ from In Cannon Cave (Brick Books, 1997)


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