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 Goal by Leonard Cohen

I can’t leave my house
or answer the phone.
I’m going down again
but feeling no pain.

Settling at last		
accounts of the soul;
this for the trash,
that paid in full.

As for the fall, it
began long ago:
Can’t stop the rain,
Can’t stop the snow.

I sit in my chair.
I look at the street.
The neighbor returns   
my smile of defeat.

I move with the leaves.
I shine with the chrome.
I’m almost alive
I’m almost at home.

No one to follow
and nothing to teach,
except that the goal
falls short of the reach.

~ from Book of Longing (McLelland & Stewart Ltd, 2006)


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