ARS POETICA II
I begin
I stutter
I climb onto a cloud
I cling to the page
I beg the muse
Come!
all of nature
all that is eloquent
what is movement and
fixed still,
come the dead
the alive,
But as I write
I only discover
my own voice.
—Flor Aguilera
Posted by dwaber at September 4, 2007 02:33 PM