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.

I Have Thoughts that Are Fed by the Sun by William Wordsworth

 

I have thoughts that are fed by the sun:

     The things which I see

     Are welcome to me,

     Welcome every one –

     I do not wish to lie

          Dead, dead,

Dead, without any company.

     Here alone on my bed

With thoughts that are fed by the sun,

And hopes that are welcome every one,

     Happy am I.

Oh life there is about thee

A deep delicious peace;

I would not be without thee,

     Stay, oh stay!

Yet be thou ever as now –

Sweetness and breath, with the quiet of death –

Be but thou ever as now,

     Peace, peace, peace.

 

~Public Domain



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