In recognition of this last day of NPM, I'm posting a poem that I interpret to be about what poetry can be and should be. I suppose it could apply to all art, to a diety, to love, or even to beauty in general. It's by Jane Kenyon, and it's called "Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks."
|Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks|| |
|by Jane Kenyon |
I am the blossom pressed in a book,
From The Boat of Quiet Hours by Jane Kenyon, published by Graywolf Press. © 1986 by Jane Kenyon. All rights reserved.