Sunday, January 28, 2007

Breaking the glass

Preached at thehospital this morning and quoted some Chase Twichell from her poem Makeshifts
Nothing has a name it can't
slip out of. The waterfall is solid ice
by late November; the white pines
vanish under snow that's
blue in the morning, pink in the dusk.
thinking about dealing with change. The title of this posting is related to one of her oft quoted poems also from the same collection - Snow Watcher - that I picked up by chance in Saratoga Springs when I was there for work - the full version being:
Poetry's not window-cleaning
It breaks the glass

I see that she runs a publishing house for poets - I've signed up to their emailed newsletter.

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