Questioning Poets
Poets don't have all the answers—
they just know how to
formulate the questions.
They're looking,
asking,
trying to answer.
And maybe,
just maybe,
the questions answer themselves
in the searching.
And maybe,
just maybe,
we don't know diddly squat.
2003
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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