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.

Depression Glass by Ted Kooser

It seemed those rose-pink dishes   
she kept for special company   
were always cold, brought down   
from the shelf in jingling stacks,   
the plates like the panes of ice   
she broke from the water bucket   
winter mornings, the flaring cups   
like tulips that opened too early 
and got bitten by frost. They chilled   
the coffee no matter how quickly   
you drank, while a heavy 
everyday mug would have kept   
a splash hot for the better 
part of a conversation. It was hard   
to hold up your end of the gossip   
with your coffee cold, but it was   
a special occasion, just the same,   
to sit at her kitchen table 
and sip the bitter percolation 
of the past week’s rumors from cups   
it had taken a year to collect   
at the grocery, with one piece free   
for each five pounds of flour. 

~ from Delights and Shadows (Copper Canyon Press, 2004)


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