Tuesday, April 14, 2015

How Poetry Comes To Me Comments

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It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
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Gary Snyder
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Tim Buchanan 04 February 2019

This poem blunders into my presense continually. It so well captures the creative process that is required of the artist to seek out the muse at the edge of light - just there, beyond - in the wake of attention.

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Fabrizio Frosini 27 July 2015

I go to meet it at the Edge of the light really a bright imagery.. Enjoyed

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