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.

In the Supermarket (an excerpt) by Agi Mishol

Through the supermarket aisles I push a cart 
as if I were the mother of two heads of cauliflower,
and navigate according to the verse-list
I improvised this morning over coffee.
Sale banners wave to shoppers 
studying the labels on packaged foods
as Muzak entertains the frozen birds.  And I too,
whose life is made of life, stride down the dog-food aisle
toward Mr. Flinker who confides in my ear that only the body
crumbles but the spirit remains young forever, believe me.
I believe, but now let me turn to Granny Smith and McIntosh.
Hurry hurry, folks, to the coriander, 
hurry hurry, folks, I’m the supermarket bard,
I’ll sing the rustle of cornflakes, 
the curve of mutinous cucumbers,
until the cash register will hand me
the final printed version
of my poem.

~ from The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry
(Ecco, HarperCollins, 2010)


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