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.

Five Doors by Carole Glasser Langille

1.  The tide comes in, swollen,	
    inching over rocks.  Here, the full day	
    meets the broken day, and the hour, full of light,
    holds the sea in its arms.  If blue is hope
    it is all around me.

2.  In this frame, there is more weight on one side	
    than on the other, surf pounding
    off rocks into openness,
    spaciousness, so that in the end
    one is just beginning possibility.

3.  Let’s believe, in time all desire reaches it’s goal.
    I wear my loose and beautiful dress
    After the storm, water shows itself	
    unbearably tender, haunting.

4.  Honour, relinquishment.
    I plough soil again and again.
    Who doesn’t want what’s underneath?

5.  When night comes, something speaks 
    from that soft, fragrant wilderness. 
    It says, the heart is not a door. But it opens. 
    We feel in the dark for the hinge. 
    The body, our great ally, 
    knows what it's here for.

~ from In Cannon Cave (Brick Books, 1997)


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