Poets Corner


In the center of human longing

Is a sacred space;

The destination of a weary traveler;

An inn at the end of the world.

It is a place from which

All outward activities proceed;

The wellspring of the spirit.

It is the still point in a turning world.

There the particulars of the past

Move along in ordered refine,

Stopping long enough

To be seen in full light.

All have gathered here

Where silence is teacher

Music plays

And Word completes.

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