There's a wonderful passage in an essay by Jacques Réda where he says something like a poet is not always a poet, but only for a few years, and in those years, only for a few months, and in those months, only for a few days, and so on, until one is only a poet for a few seconds.
So here's one of mine from a while back, a little ditty:
THE DAY AFTER WRITING A POEM
Yesterday, I was a poet. Today, I still don't know if I'll be one again. And if I am, I will not know it until tomorrow. But will I be one then?
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As in "Let it speak now or forever remain silent?" :-)
There's a wonderful passage in an essay by Jacques Réda where he says something like a poet is not always a poet, but only for a few years, and in those years, only for a few months, and in those months, only for a few days, and so on, until one is only a poet for a few seconds.
So here's one of mine from a while back, a little ditty:
THE DAY AFTER WRITING A POEM
Yesterday, I was a poet.
Today, I still don't know if I'll be one again.
And if I am, I will not know it
until tomorrow. But will I be one then?
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