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 Little Things by Carole Glasser Langille

Eventually everything leaves its name behind,
on the roads, in the towns, in the fallen leaves.  Eventually,
we admit our failure, if only
because we want to see ourselves clearly as we are.

A splash of sun rolls up the hill 
followed by a splash of shade 
then sun again, 
the very earth moved by its shadows.  And we find 
what reaches out to us 
waits for us; the caress of a voice,
water quivering under a mooring.  Everything 
happening so quickly
and taking so long.  And that’s our luck—beauty a wave
about to burst and drench
what hides and disguises us,
as we experience, closer, clolser,
on the long road, the little things: love, death.

~ from In Cannon Cave (Brick Books, 1997)


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