The poet is not a man who asks me to look at him; he is a man who says “look at that” and points; the more I follow the pointing of his finger the less possible I can see of him.
To be sure there are all sorts of difficult questions hanging over us. But for the moment let us thrust them aside. Whatever may turn out to be the whole truth, let us make fast, before we go a step farther, this aspect of the truth. To see things as a poet sees them I must share his consciousness and not attend to it; I must look where he looks and not turn round to face him; I must make of him not a spectacle but a pair of spectacles: in fine, as Professor Alexander would say, I must enjoy him and not contemplate him. Such is the first positive result of my inquiry.
From The Personal Heresy – C.S. Lewis
Poems: In no particular order. All of my construct. I am the author to blame for each one. Clicking on a selected title will take you to the posting page on which it was published.
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- Psalm 23_a haiku
- Morning Come
- Fitzhugh — a limerick
- Bread
- Lost Without
- Wings
- From Becoming to Morning
- Hour of the Cross
- Saturday – Waiting
- And the Darkness Fled
- One
- Acceptance, desire of the ages
- Quest for Light, a haiku
- Poetry’s Point
- Things
- Speak I Must
- You Will Meet Him
- A View from Below
- Always
- Gracious Words
- Diamonds
- Night Sails
- Songbird in Flight
- Poetry! That Hidden Gem
- Perchance to Sleep
- The Anchor
- The Warrior is a Child
- Thus far did I come
- The Benign Avenger
- Workers of the Harvest
- Necessity’s Sake
- Sufferance
- Unasked
- Routine
- Do You Know Counterfeit
- Night Crier
- Shadows
- Light
- This Island
- Smiling Eyes
- Thus far did I come
- Summer
- Eternal Bond
- Intimate Affinity
- Cross in the Sky
- Perchance to Sleep
- Humility’s Sight
- Ode to Silence
- Doodads and Baubles
- Life Ebbs
- Light Flows
- Survivor
- Apprehended
- Etiquette Flub 101
- Esteemed
- Speak I Must
His eye is on the sparrow 