How does a poem begin?
A poem doesn’t begin, it just is. I don’t mean that to be flip. I just believe that a poem is always kind of latent in whatever we’re doing as we go about our day, and it’s mostly a matter of being open to it and keeping an eye and ear out and noticing that it’s there. So I suppose you could say it begins in the moment that we notice and pay attention to what’s happening. Very often I’ll have a line occur to me and it goes through my mind and I don’t notice it or barely notice it, and if I have the means and wherewithal to grab a pen and write it down, it begins right there. Otherwise, it’s gone.
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