Why I Still Write Poetry
http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2012/may/15/why-i-still-write-poetry/"When my mother was very old and in a nursing home, she surprised me one day toward the end of her life by asking me if I still wrote poetry. When I blurted out that I still do, she stared at me with incomprehension. I had to repeat what I said, till she sighed and shook her head, probably thinking to herself this son of mine has always been a little nuts."
"The mystery to me is that I continued writing poetry long after there
was any need for that. My early poems were embarrassingly bad, and the
ones that came right after, not much better. I have known in my life a
number of young poets with immense talent who gave up poetry even after
being told they were geniuses. No one ever made that mistake with me,
and yet I kept going."
from
Eternity's Orphans
Do you remember telling me,
'Everything outside this moment is a lie'?
We were undressing in the dark
Right at the water's edge
When I slipped the watch off my wrist
And without being seen or saying
Anything in reply, I threw it into the sea
'Everything outside this moment is a lie'?
We were undressing in the dark
Right at the water's edge
When I slipped the watch off my wrist
And without being seen or saying
Anything in reply, I threw it into the sea
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