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.

Post-postscript: Afterwards by Degan Davis

Death visits you	
in the face of your father.
He calls you	
to his curious room	
and reaches out a hand.

He has called you for a reason	
and you want to cry, want to see
what the reason is.

		*

In the long afterward	
the dead have obligations.
You see them less and less,	
like your very first friend,
like your parents in the years after leaving home.

		*

Dreams are the borrowed eyes of the dead.
They come down to you	
in old poses, faces resplendent:

you dream, and dream and dream
until they are certain you see.

		*

The dead are like the soul	
of a man while he’s singing.
They are clear escaping 	
nights, wandering and cool.

They are not breath; they have given that up.
Not breath.  But everything else.

~ from What Kind of Man Are You (Brick Books, 2018)


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