Poetry is Where We Are Ourselves

Poetry is Where We Are Ourselves


Poetry is where we are ourselves

Poetry, I tell my students,
is idiosyncratic. Poetry
is where we are ourselves…
Poetry is what you find
in the dirt in the corner,
overhear on the bus, God
in the details, the only way
to get from here to there.
Poetry (and now my voice is rising)
is not all love, love, love,
and I’m sorry the dog died.
Poetry (here I hear myself loudest)
is the human voice,
and are we not of interest to each other?


-Elizabeth Alexander, Ars Poetica #100
(with a few photos of fellow blog readers…)

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