Saturday, January 14, 2017
Saturday Morning Musings
Again, I am made the occurrence
of one of her charms [...]
Not only do I love those lines within the context of the poem, but they seem to me to be a description of all the avenues of inspiration that converge to make a poem. I know that is how some of my haiku come together: a tune stuck in my head; a full moon; the fear that we have seen the last of truth; remembering the topic of my research paper in Modern Poetry (c. 1983?) as I work on my course outline for Modern Poetry...How the mind does go to and fro! The poet is made the occurrence of the poem, not the other way around.
All this, and a Ferris wheel as a symbol of these vertiginous times...