Two Ways to Write Poems

"I am who I am." I wonder what one has to pay
To say that. I couldn't do it. For years
I thought, "You are who you are." But maybe
You weren't. Maybe you were someone else.

Sam's friend, who loved poetry, played football
In school even though he didn't want to.
He got hit. Later he said to me, "I write poems.
I am who I am...but my neck hurts."

How many times I have begun a poem
Before I knew what the main sounds
Would be. We find out. Toward the end
The poem is just beginning to be who it is.

That's all right, but there's another was as well.
One picks the rhyme words, and so the main
Sounds, before one begins. I wonder what
Yeats had to pay in order to do that.

--Robert Bly

Happy Earth Day! Take a walk!

you know it is spring when
the thunder is your lullaby
and the birds are your alarm clock
and math is left undone




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This is a true story: I wrote this poem during a quiz, which I left 90% blank, in Mr. Lynch's pre-calculus class, sometime around April my junior year of high school. The next year I took statistics.


As an added Earth Day Celebration, comment to this post with your favorite poems about nature, the earth, environmentalism, bears, little streams, the polar ice caps, Thoerau, or garbage day.