August 21, 2007

Ars Poetica

Poetry is an act of omission, until meaning narrows
into one knifeblade moment, dwindling to
a spark. The fine horse trots away
over the distant hill and the
horizon is empty,
the fog falling
just before
dark.

—F. J. Bergmann

Posted by dwaber at August 21, 2007 01:07 PM