The notion of taking up a “poet’s arc” was inspired (slowly) by the nurture received from a poetry professor’s blog following retreat, and then (more rapidly) in delight over seeing that of another participant’s, each of whose blogs invited reflection. There were things I did not want to loose track of here. Something sacred to go on from.

I was reminded of Jane Hirshfield’s comments at Chautauqua on the “hush” which often accompanies the public reading of her poems — silence rather than applause does not trouble her, and in fact indicates people may have heard her, as she intended.  The arc of a poem’s life is begun.