The only daily poem I could write
The rain, the rain,
as silly and persistent as Judy, Judy, Judy
when you are only ten and don’t have a clue.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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What words (especially poems) bring you back to yourself? Does writing take you to your center? Do you read in another language and/or writers in translation? I like the work of it all, because when I'm doing it, I don't think I should be doing something else. Poetry 'places' me, so I can locate my Self. I'm a language-is-music person, so I'm getting it by ear. I'd like to share some responses. Feel free to do the same.
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