A New Poet

Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower
out in the woods. You don't see

its name in the flower books, and
nobody you tell believes
in its odd color or the way

its leaves grow in splayed rows
down the whole length of the page. In fact
the very page smells of spilled

red wine and the mustiness of the sea
on a foggy day - the odor of truth
and of lying.

And the words are so familiar,
so strangely new, words
you almost wrote yourself, if only

in your dreams there had been a pencil
or a pen or even a paintbrush,
if only there had been a flower.

by Linda Pastan

Comments (21)

Writing a poem about poetry or poets must be as hard as acting in a play about actors. I like the jazz pause between sections, like listening to music when it all stops and the beat goes silent but it restarts in perfect sync. I like it.
Great image of the wildflower and the description. Real depth. Loved it. Tom Billsborough
Wow, yes finding a new poet, how unique and wonderful a poem this is, so refreshing and crisp in every line, bravo! ! !
Beautiful and so true. ...In fact the very page smells of spilled red wine and the mustiness of the sea on a foggy day - the odor of truth and of lying. Oh so true of us new poets.
Discovery of the unique, the fresh and precious, and the insightful appreciation of it. Marvelous!
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