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.

April by Jan Zwicky

How the light is sad.
Hoe it will not leave us alone.
How we are tugged up staircases 
by the way it angles across landings.
Or just our faces— tipped 
to the clear, depleted sky.
How because of sunset, the imagination 
headquarters in the west.

Spring in the north: all that 
tawny grass and gravel and nothing
green to sop up the excessive honesty.

Outside our windows, 
something like youth or promises.
How the wind blows right through them, 
blossoming.  Fleet.

~ from Songs For Relinquishing The Earth (Brick Books, 1992)

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