Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
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THE OLD POET SAYS
“If they are
your words, they will
come when you
call them.”
*
“You don't
know how to
say it?
Listen
to the birds
in spring.”
*
“Hurry now,
yes, so you
can wait
later.”
Saturday, December 29, 2012
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THE OLD POET SAYS
“Even when
you think you've
gone too far,
you're still not
there.”
*
“So go, poem!
See what you can
make of yourself.”
*
“You can't do it
too much.
For God's sakes,
keep writing.”
Friday, December 28, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
LINES FOR DECEMBER 25
The snow.
The white
slide of
field
in the sun.
Sometimes
in the morning.
Sometimes
with evening
coming on.
Monday, December 24, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“In poetry
as in
music,
doing the wrong
thing
at the right
time
is never
wrong.
You just have
to know
when.”
*
“Sometimes silence
is the best choice.”
*
“If you don't
love something
hard,
you can't write
poetry.”
Saturday, December 22, 2012
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THE OLD POET SAYS
“Fill your boat with stones.
See where your faith takes you.”
*
“Even the beauti-
ful breaks.”
*
“Either the road turns
or you make your own way.”
Friday, December 21, 2012
LINES FOR DECEMBER 21
Grey steel
of water
in winter
while the river
flows. What
I dream is
what I know.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“The next page
is always
empty.
So too
the last one.”
*
“The poem knows
its shape.
Your job is
to find it.”
*
“When you have
said everything,
you have said
nothing.”
Saturday, December 15, 2012
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Not everything
wishes to be
a poem.
Leave that
which resists.”
*
“Only a few
words work for me.”
*
“Sometimes the size
of the line matters,
sometimes not.
Depends on what
you're measuring.”
Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
LINES FOR DECEMBER 12
Muddy sky
and days that
repeat themselves.
I look for hope
but on the pond
find ice.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Sunday, December 09, 2012
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Write
of life.
Do not
write
of death.”
*
“Death is
life too.”
*
“One line is enough.”
Saturday, December 08, 2012
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“The beauty
of it is
it is
what it is.”
*
“I do not need
your judgment.
These poems are
enough for me,
for what
I intend.”
*
“If you have nothing,
do not wish for more.”
Friday, December 07, 2012
Thursday, December 06, 2012
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
Monday, December 03, 2012
Sunday, December 02, 2012
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“The poet's
eye -
it's not
what we
see – it's
that we've
promised
to watch.”
*
“Ah, God's
lovely sunset.
Why do you
ask
the poet
what it means?”
*
“Old sick poet
looks up.
He knows
he is fragile
and now he knows
the butterfly.”
Saturday, December 01, 2012
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“What
is not
worth
the effort
to notice?
Seed
is hope.”
*
“Unhappiness
is its own
empty cup.”
*
“Silence,
not
emptiness.
Fullness.”
