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 Hidden by Sue Sinclair

Spring: the earth softens and sinks,
tugs us toward our wounds
but we're not brave enough,

can't let beauty
dig its spade deep into us,
to the place where our deaths
are buried.

Blue sky, light dripping
like water from an oar.  The eyes
made of silver, as though they don't see
but reflect.  It's too much for us;
the pressure of the changing season,
the new leaves struggling to unfurl.
We want to go away,
but can only drift further into the gaping mouth
of what we fear to name.

~ from Breathing Fire 2 (Nightwood Editions, 2004)



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