Thursday, April 26, 2007
I had the pleasure of meeting Carolyn Forche at a reading and workshop last week! What a gracious and interesting woman she is, and I will share what I learned from her in my Poetry Thursday column in a couple of weeks! Meanwhile, here's one of her poems.
In "Song Coming Toward Us," she writes:
I am spirit entering
the stomach of the stones.
Bowls of clay and water sing,
set on the fires to dry.
The mountain moves
like the spirit of southeast morning.
You walk where drums are buried.
Feel their skins tapping all night.
Snow flutes swell ahead of your life.
Listen to yourself.
I am spirit living
thin wooden years
around the aspen.
like a brief wisp
in a giant place.