As mentioned in an earlier post, my wife has been putting together a poetry compilation. I had the task yesterday of proofreading 100 poems. It was a feast of language.
Here's a poem that speaks to a dangerous writer's journey:
New Every Morning
Every day is a fresh beginning
Listen my soul to the glad refrain
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
(January 29th 1835 - April 9th 1905)
(Susan Coolidge is best known for the classic children's novel What Katy Did.)