And it was at that age … Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
~From “Poetry,” by Pablo Neruda
Beginning April 1st, 2011, look to this page for daily posts. Each post will include an optional inspiration for your poem. This is where you’ll check in by either posting your poem, posting a link to your poem, or posting a note that says, “I’ve written something!” You’ll also be able to read other participants’ poems, cheer them on, and get feedback on your own pieces if you like.