Outside My Window: An Apologia (Of Sorts) - Poem by Frank Avon
They say -
or so I heard -
that Mary Oliver belongs to an
School of Poetry.
I belong to no School of Poetry,
not even a kindergarten,
certainly not an
school (room) .
I often do is
look outside my window when I first arise in the morning
and write what's there
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 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
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)
Poet's Notes about The Poem
'Mary Oliver Saved My Life'
Read the essay; it's far more important than these lines.
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