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.

Little Crazy Love Song by Mary Oliver

I don’t want eventual,
I want soon.
It’s 5 a.m.  It’s noon.
It’s dusk falling to dark.
I listen to music.
I eat up a few wild poems 
while time creeps along
as though it’s got all day.
This is what I have.
The dull hangover of waiting, 
the blush of my heart on the damp grass, 
the flower-faced moon.
A gull broods on the shore 
where a moment ago there were two.
Softly my right hand fondles my left hand 
as though it were you.

~ from Blue Horses (Penguin Press, 2014)


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