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.

It Is Night by Lorna Crozier

Wind turns back the sheets of the field.
What needs to sleep, sleeps there.
What needs to rest.
 
The door has fallen from the moon.
It floats in the slough, all knob and hinges.
 
Now the moon's so open
anything could walk right through.
 
Only the fox is travelling.
One minute he's a cat, the next a coyote.
 
Enough light to see by
yet my mouth lies in darkness.
What needs to sleep, sleeps there.
What needs to rest.
 
Outside my mind, the wind is reckoning.
Always there is something
to figure out.

~ from Whetstone (McClelland and Stewart Ltd, 2005)


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