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 Unknowing by Linda Gregg

I lie in the palm of its hand. I wake in the quiet	
separate from the air that’s moving the trees outside.
I walk on its path, fall asleep in it’s darkness.
Loud sounds produce this silence.  One of the markers	
of the unknown, a thing in itself.  To say
When I was in love gives birth to something else.
I walk on it’s path.  the food I put in my mouth.
The girl I was riding her horse is not a memory	
of desire.  It is the place where the unknown 
was hovering.  The shadow in the cleavage	
where two mountains met.  The dark trees
and the shade and moving shadows there
where the top of the mountain stops and meets
the light much bigger than it is.
Its weight against all the light.  A birthplace	
of the unknown, the quick, the invisible.
I would get off my horse and lie down there,	
let the wind from the ocean blow the high grass over
my body, be hidden with it, be one of its secrets.

~from All of It Singing  (Graywolf Press, 2008)


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