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.

Born for the Snow by Phillis Levin

We were born to be blessed, to be torn into being
Alive, to be weary and open and lost,
Carrying ourselves

As the weight of the planet spins us into light.
We were born to say this, beholding,
Beholden to everything here

Before and after fire and water, 
Earth and air.  We were born for the snow
To fall on us over and over,

Anonymous leaflets
Glimmering far and near, arriving
Without being read, seraphs

Of unrecounted history
Sending an inaudible reply.
We were born for the birth to be borne

To the end of time, to know
It is time, no matter the time, though today
Everything is as it is

Without anything in the world
Covering the door
To things as they are:

Confetti of laughter rising
From a town, a festival
Dying down, floating by,

A field being fed by the snow.

~ from May Day (Penguin Books, 2008)


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