Frank Avon

Outside My Window: An Apologia (Of Sorts) - Poem by Frank Avon

They say -
or so I heard -
that Mary Oliver belongs to an
'I-looked-out-my-window-and-had-a-revelatio n'
School of Poetry.

Not me.
I belong to no School of Poetry,
not even a kindergarten,
certainly not an
'I-looked-out-my-window-and-had-a-revelatio n'
school (room) .

But what
I often do is
look outside my window when I first arise in the morning
and write what's there
for me.

I do,
and what I see when I look outside my window
speaks to my soul
for I do belong to a School you might call
'I-have-a-soul-and-it's-the-only-real-par t-
of-me, '

which means
I swim upstream
in whatever creek I find myself, with all the other minnows,
refreshing myself as through a glass brightly,
gazing through the panes of my bay

and write
what I (I would have said envision,
except somebody might think I was classing myself
with William Blake who,
by the time he was four, was seeing angels outside his window)
see there.

Topic(s) of this poem: apology, insight, nature, poems, seeing, visionary, writing

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a preface (sort of) for the 'Outside My Window' lines I have written for PH and a response (sort of) for an essay entitled
'Mary Oliver Saved My Life'

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Read the essay; it's far more important than these lines.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, September 9, 2016

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