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.

Now by Greg Watson

I told you once when we were young that
 we would someday meet again.
 Now, the years flown past, the letters
 unwritten, I am not so certain.

 It is autumn. There are toothaches hidden
 in this wind, there are those determined
 to bring forth winter at any cost.
 I am resigned to dark blonde shadows

 at stoplights, lost in the roadmaps of leaves
 which point in every direction at once.
 But I am wearing the shirt you stitched 
 two separate lifetimes ago. It is old

 and falling to ash, yet every button blooms
 the flowers of your design. I think of this
 and I am happy, to have kissed
 your mouth with the force of language,

 to have spoken your name at all.

~ from The Distance Between Two Hands. © March Street Press, 2008.


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