One way poetry connects is across time. . . . Some echo of a writer's physical experience comes into us when we read her poem.
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Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am.
Sam Hamill is a writer unabashedly taking his place within the community of literature and the community of all sentient beings-his fidelity is to the magnificent truth of existence, and to its commensurate singing.
A tree lives on its roots. If you change the root, you change the tree. Culture lives in human beings. If you change the human heart the culture will follow.
At some point I realized that you don't get a full human life if you try to cut off one end of it, that you need to agree to the entire experience, to the full spectrum of what happens.
This garden is no metaphor - more a task that swallows you into itself, earth using, as always, everything it can.
Metaphors get under your skin by ghosting right past the logical mind.
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