Today is the Second Annual Brigid in Cyberspace Poetry Reading, so I bring you a poem by the man who inspired the title of this blog, Irving Layton:
How Poems Get Written
Like
a memory
torn
at the shoulders,
my darling
wears
the chemise
I gave her -
a wedding gift.
At night
I tap out
my poems
on her hip bone.
When
she can't
sleep
either
we write
the poem
together.
1 comment:
That's just beautiful.
Post a Comment