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.

The Faces of Deer by Mary Oliver

When for too long I don't go deep enough 
into the woods to see them, they begin to 
enter my dreams. Yes, there they are, in the 
pinewoods of my inner life. I want to live a life 
full of modesty and praise. Each hoof of each 
animal makes the sign of a heart as it touches 
then lifts away from the ground. Unless you 
believe that heaven is very near, how will you 
find it?  Their eyes are pools in which one 
would be content, on any summer afternoon, 
to swim away through the door of the world. 
Then, love and its blessing. Then: heaven.

~ from New and Selected Poems, Volume Two
(Beacon Press, 2005)


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