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.

Sometimes by David Budbill

 Sometimes when day after day we have cloudless blue skies,
 warm temperatures, colorful trees and brilliant sun, when
 it seems like all this will go on forever,

 when I harvest vegetables from the garden all day,
 then drink tea and doze in the late afternoon sun,
 and in the evening one night make pickled beets
 and green tomato chutney, the next red tomato chutney,
 and the day after that pick the fruits of my arbor
 and make grape jam,

 when we walk in the woods every evening over fallen leaves,
 through yellow light, when nights are cool, and days warm,

 when I am so happy I am afraid I might explode or disappear
 or somehow be taken away from all this,

 at those times when I feel so happy, so good, so alive, so in love
 with the world, with my own sensuous, beautiful life, suddenly

 I think about all the suffering and pain in the world, the agony
 and dying. I think about all those people being tortured, right now,
 in my name. But I still feel happy and good, alive and in love with
 the world and with my lucky, guilty, sensuous, beautiful life because,

 I know in the next minute or tomorrow all this may be
 taken from me, and therefore I've got to say, right now,
 what I feel and know and see, I've got to say, right now,
 how beautiful and sweet this world can be.

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