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.
What the Snake Brings to the World by Lorna Crozier
Without the snake there'd be no letter S. No forked tongue and toil, no pain and sin. No wonder the snake's without shoulders. What could bear such a weight! The snake's responsible for everything that slides and hisses, that moves without feet or legs. The wind, for example. The sea in its long sweeps to shore and out again. The snake has done some good, then. Even sin to the ordinary man brings its pleasures. And without the letter S traced belly-wise outside the gates of Eden we'd have to live with the singular of everything: sparrow, ear, heartbeat, mercy, truth. ~ from The Blue Hour of the Day, Selected Poems, (McClelland & Stewart Ltd, 2007)