she's a threadhead


What is it that a poet knows
                that tells him ­­ ‘this is real?’
Some revelation, a gift of sight,
granted through an effort of the mind ­­
                                    of infinite delight. 

All the time I have been writing on the very edge of knowledge,

heard the real world whispering
                    with an indistinct and liquid rustling­­
as if to free, at last, an inextricable meaning!
Sought for words simpler, smoother, more clean than any,
                            only to clear the air
of an unnecessary obstruction…
Not because I wanted to meddle with the unknown
        (I do not believe for a moment that it can be done),
but because the visible world seemed to be waiting,
                            as it always is,
somehow, to be revealed

What Is It That A Poet Knows – Louis Dudek (1998)

This is my last installment featuring a Canadian poet in support of National Poetry Month, I can’t believe it’s nearly May! For more Canadian poetry try here.


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