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 Whole Account by Abba Kovner

You began to love in times of disgust.
Close at hand there was no tree, no sign 	
of a living stem or flower, and when there was no 
  reason to sing
it was your laughter, jubilant, rousing, saying: There 
  is someone here
alive—joyful!  And many, so many, then were lying curled 
  up and fearful
in grimy shadow and you began to love without dousing the 
  light of the carbide
and went down to the boat that threatened to break up at sea, 
  and you conceived
against doctor’s orders.  Unannounced, you strode the dead streets,
marching—all forty-five kilos of you!—as if on a victory parade
of life flowing beneath the surface of all
the words, like a fountain flowing, cascading
with confidence, telling no lies.

~  from SLOAN-KETTERING, translated by Eddie Levenston, Schocken 
Books, a division of Penguin Random House, LLC, New York, 2002)


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