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.
Stars by Patrick Lane
Those lights in the sky. Little butterflies of the night, little dreamers. Each time my lover rises to walk in the early garden I watch her from the window. I cannot take my eyes from her. See how she leans inside the dawn, the cherry blossoms on her shoulders as she touches the cat who follows her everywhere, wanting only to be with her among the dark mosses. How much light there is in the high window of the night. How I wait, knowing, for now she comes to me, her small feet wet with dew, white as stars in these last hours. ~ from Too Spare, Too Fierce (Harbour Publishing, 1995)