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 Name of a Fish by Faith Shearin

If winter is a house then summer is a window   				                      
in the bedroom of that house. Sorrow is a river 				              
behind the house and happiness is the name

of a fish who swims downstream. The unborn child 				       
who plays the fragrant garden is named Mavis: 					        
her red hair is made of future and her sleek feet

are wet with dreams. The cat who naps					                     
in the bedroom has his paws in the sun of summer 				        
and his tail in the moonlight of change. You and I

spend years walking up and down the dusty stairs					           
of the house. Sometimes we stand in the bedroom					        
and the cat walks towards us like a message.

Sometimes we pick dandelions from the garden 					        
and watch the white heads blow open							          
in our hands. We are learning to fish in the river

of sorrow; we are undressing for a swim.

~ from The Owl Question (Utah State University Press, 2002)


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