How Poetry Comes To Me Poem by Gary Snyder
How Poetry Comes To Me
It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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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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4/19/2024 5:47:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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.