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Thursday, June 14, 2012

Poetry, Place and History

Poetry lives in the air. Of that I am convinced. Perhaps, as poets, what we do is to split time in two and step into that place where poetry is being born. Call it  a place of"seed time" or galactic dust--whatever--just know that it exists.
 Recently, I traveled to Europe, spending time in London and Paris. I couldn't help but feel--in the ancient rocks and on the cold winds of Stonehenge-- that  some kind of poetry is being born.

The feeling was visceral. As though the poem of place and history will not be denied--the thoughts and emotions rooted in those who lived so long ago--was taking shape in its own longing. And that longing has a shape and weight and clarity.

And it was waiting--it waits--for us to call it forth.

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