Links on the Poetic Journey

A spirit moved. John Harvard walked the yard,
The atom lay unsplit, the west unwon,
The books stood open and the gates unbarred.

~Villanelle for an Anniversary, Seamus Heaney, 1996

Favorite Poems (list always growing)

Poetry is a pack-sack of invisible keepsakes. Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment.”                                                                   

Carl Sandburg