Seattle Participants Nancy Peacock |
DIALOGUE AMONG CIVILIZATIONS THROUGH POETRY |
MUST HUMAN-NESS BE ITS OWN REWARD? -Robert Creeley this place is as good as any for a body to lie down converged still wet one foot empties nuzzling the skin of metaphor guarding each heart as if I might die of his pain if he appeared to me a fish he would be no less wise in age the Poet gives up his cleverness turns back to his everybody's child turns back when do you know you are more than half-way there? when does it become a countdown? remnants of what he has puzzled together knows the forms can not convince time to slow down stop or reverse he acknowledges his own dust moves forward into intention and necessity mind found shadowed humbled parts dropped or missing when put back together for the last time when do you know it is the last time why does this feel like the end of something why must we tell we of this Good-bye dear ones Good-bye I am dying to find the truth -danika dinsmore |
Seattle Participants Nancy Peacock |
Almost Nine I am almost nine. An ordinary girl. Nothing special about me. One of the youngest in my class. But then again, I might have magic in my hands? -Rosie Hower age 8 |
DIALOGUE AMONG CIVILIZATIONS THROUGH POETRY WEEK in Seattle, WA. Monday 18 March 2002 Seattle Public Library, University Branch hosted by It's About Time Writers Reading Series In conjuction with: DIALOGUE AMONG CIVILIZATIONS THROUGH POETRY WEEK |
Unity Without the farmer We'd have no wheat. Without the cowboy We'd have no meat. Without the builder We'd have no house. Without a mate We'd have no spouse. Without the tailor We'd have no clothes. Without the actor We'd have no shows. Without each other We'd have no unity. Let's work together For a better community. -Anna Helfgott (1899-1996) |