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.

Night Song by Jan Zwicky

The sky turns its dark head 
and the breezes fold themselves among the leaves.
Who is left?  
The last thrush-song has soaked into the earth.

A little stream is here 
unsleeping, and the small panes
of the window; foxes’ toes,
the plump seed in its jacket, and the world

that glides away, full of fish and stars;
and us, in our night nests,
round as birds,
and the unlocked door.

~ from Thirty-seven Small Songs & Thirteen Silences 
(Gaspereau Press, 2005)

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