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.
Post-postscript: Afterwards by Degan Davis
Death visits you in the face of your father. He calls you to his curious room and reaches out a hand. He has called you for a reason and you want to cry, want to see what the reason is. * In the long afterward the dead have obligations. You see them less and less, like your very first friend, like your parents in the years after leaving home. * Dreams are the borrowed eyes of the dead. They come down to you in old poses, faces resplendent: you dream, and dream and dream until they are certain you see. * The dead are like the soul of a man while he’s singing. They are clear escaping nights, wandering and cool. They are not breath; they have given that up. Not breath. But everything else. ~ from What Kind of Man Are You (Brick Books, 2018)