September 04, 2007

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