I was in the library today, reading poetry . . .
—————-. . . when I was supposed to be writing prose.
I found a poem called “Berryman,” by W.S. Merwin.
Here’s the last seven lines . . .
I asked how can you ever be sure
that what you write is really
any good at all and he said you can’t
you can’t you can never be sure
you die without knowing
whether anything you wrote was any good
if you have to be sure don’t write
That’s so beautiful it almost brings a tear to my eye!
How’d you like the snippet I posted on my FB page today, from the end of a Bob Hargrove poem? I think the title was ‘who’s in charge?’ and it’s about one’s relationship with one’s muse….
‘But we reached an agreement,
At least I think so.
I’ll lead him wherever
He tells me to go.’
btw: James, what is your email address? want to send you an invite.