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An island of long-necked tiger lilies inspired this poem, but drafts evolved from a literal description of flowers to a reflection on our ability – lilies, insects, humans - to “live on fire / unnoticed.” |
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I believe, like Lucille Clifton, that “poetry doesn’t have to be fact, it only has to be true.” Yet this moment came to me pretty much as I describe. Gifts enter our lives, gifts depart. I had to write about this one. |
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“Connecting the Stars” took years to write, because I thought for years that the painting in the poem
(“The White Horse,” which hangs in the Art Institute in Chicago) was its focus. I finally figured out that the
poem was about something larger, less definable, more fragile. |
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