THE POET IS TOLD TO FILL UP MORE PAGES
by Mary Oliver
But, where are the words?
Not in my pocket.
Not in my refrigerator.
Not in my savings account.
So I sit, harassed, with my notebook.
It’s a joke, really, and not a good one.
For fun I try a few commands myself.
I say to the rain, stop raining.
I say to the sun, that isn’t anywhere nearby,
Come back, and come fast.
So this is all I can give you,
not being the maker of what I do,
but only the one that holds the pencil.
Make of it what you will.
(from SWAN: Poems and Prose Poems, Beacon Press, 2010)
Those 26 letters never cease to amaze me. Sometimes you feel you can write the whole world, other times, nothing at all. How to court the muse? Endure the agony of waiting? I remain humbled; writing is a mystery.
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