It has been said we make our world by what we choose to see but potters might say we make our world by what we choose to use. These are what I call my poem cups holding red mustard greens. They can hold water, tea, wine, or the unsayable.
Poet Marie Howe defines poetry as "a cup of language to hold what can't be said."
Poet Marie Howe defines poetry as "a cup of language to hold what can't be said."
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