Friday, 3 August 2018

Susan Gillis : part five

How does a poem begin?

In mystery, in observation, and in words. If I’m lucky, if I don’t try to pin it down too soon, if I’ve slept well, or badly, if I’m a little hungry, a little curious, a little patient, it may continue to emerge—it’s like we work together, poem and me, to coax it into being. So much can go wrong!

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