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.

A Prophet In His Own Country by Lorna Crozier

The gopher on his hind legs	
is taut with holiness and fright.
Miniature and beardless,	
he could be stoned or flooded out,
burnt alive in stubble fields,
martyr to children for a penny a tail.

How can you not believe an animal	
who goes down headfirst
into darkness, into the ceaseless
pull of gravity beneath him?
What faith that takes!

I come to him with questions	
because I love his ears, how perfectly
they fit, how flat they lie against his head.
They hear the inner and the outer	
worlds: what rain says
underground.  The stone’s praise
for the sparrow’s ankle bone.

Little earth-otter, little dusty Lazarus,	
he vanishes, he rises.  He won’t tell us
what he’s seen.

~ from Apocrypha of Light, McLelland & Stewart Ltd, 2002

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