from Ars Poetica? The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys […]

from The Separate Notesbooks: A Mirrored Gallery Pure beauty, benediction: you are all I gathered  From a life that was bitter and confused,  In which I learned about evil, my […]

Here is the great paradox of poetry and of the imaginative arts in general. Faced with the brutality of the historical onslaught, they are practically useless. Yet they verify our […]

5. Earth Again They are incomprehensible, the things of this earth. The lure of waters. The lure of fruits. Lure of two breasts and the long hair of a maiden. […]

  Poetry, in both its creation and the reading of it, insists on careful listening. Careful listening opens a space for the soul, for revelation, for wholeness. Poems are glimpses […]

Gift A day so happy Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers There was nothing on earth I wanted to possess. I knew […]

Joy. The other taste in sorrow’s cup Guy Gavriel Kay from The Last Light of the Sun, Penguin Canada, 2004 Motto* In the dark times Will there also be singing? […]

Dedication You whom I could not save Listen to me. Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another. I swear, there is in me no […]

Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world Remember June’s long days And wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew. The nettles that methodically overgrow The […]