When I think of all ways in which chance led me to poetry, and I think of how easily I may have missed this art, no matter my occasional frustrations and even exasperations with my own writing, I know my life would be so much poorer without poetry, and I’m thankful down to my core for poetry.
Former poet laureate of West Hartford, CT, James Finnegan, has a blog, ursprache, where he posts aphoristic thoughts mostly related to or applicable to poetry. This entry, from November, 2012, is a touching testament to his relationship with poetry, one which, I hazard, is shared by untold numbers of people—contrary to the assertion that poetry changes nothing:
There is a good decade's material at the blog, hard to take all at one sitting, but much that is thought-provoking and insightful, though the above sample is something of an anomaly for its personal revelation. Occasionally piquant quotes about poetry are presented, presumably culled from the author's reading material, and other blogs, accessible from his profile page, present a variety of literary material (or non-literary aphoristic thought). Taking it all at once, as I have done, is not the best approach—but a nibble here and there, if not always earth-shattering, can be delectable.
A new poem is always news to the poet.