Thank you for this poem, this poet introduction and the ways you articulate things that are so difficult to capture in words. Thank you for giving me so much to wonder about. My brain seeks clarity, but my heart and spirit want to dwell in the land of mystery and surprise. Thankfully, poems dwell there with me.
I need to read this again. Maybe a few times. I’ve been reading a book “on Trails” and my thoughts have led this week to poems being paths. The poet blazing the trail, and the readers finding them, walking them, rewalking them, keeping the path alive but in doing so also changing it.
This line to me feels like the reason for walking those paths.
“To read is to continually open a door to a landscape that might — truly, might — stun you with its light and beauty.”
Ok Devin, you got me with this post. Thank you! Honestly, I couldn't read the whole thing in one sitting. Christie's poem plus your bullet list of potential definitions got my head so full it just could hold another idea until I'd digested those. Mystery vs. clarity, maybe one to nothing so far but I can feel clarity gaining traction...
Thank you for the gorgeous piece, Devin
thanks for reading, Antonia!
Thank you for this poem, this poet introduction and the ways you articulate things that are so difficult to capture in words. Thank you for giving me so much to wonder about. My brain seeks clarity, but my heart and spirit want to dwell in the land of mystery and surprise. Thankfully, poems dwell there with me.
they do! that's what's lovely about them. thank you for reading.
Devin, I needed this poem today. Perfect timing. Thank you for doing what you do.
appreciate you, Liza -- thanks for reading
I need to read this again. Maybe a few times. I’ve been reading a book “on Trails” and my thoughts have led this week to poems being paths. The poet blazing the trail, and the readers finding them, walking them, rewalking them, keeping the path alive but in doing so also changing it.
This line to me feels like the reason for walking those paths.
“To read is to continually open a door to a landscape that might — truly, might — stun you with its light and beauty.”
Lovely writing that hits home as always.
Thank you, John! A lovely thing, that thought about poems being paths. They are. Thank you again.
Ok Devin, you got me with this post. Thank you! Honestly, I couldn't read the whole thing in one sitting. Christie's poem plus your bullet list of potential definitions got my head so full it just could hold another idea until I'd digested those. Mystery vs. clarity, maybe one to nothing so far but I can feel clarity gaining traction...