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shine like emeralds,
on a green sea. Swells of grass
on two mourning doves
drifting in the current.
and fritillaries beat to windward.
I've seen the whitecaps
and garden chairs capsize in the blasts.
wading its low tides
like Perseus in a t-shirt,
will lift a hand at last
My neighbors' cut lawns
Joseph Chaney
"Poetry, in my view, nourishes the imagination. A poem helps us to see,
as if for the first time. In our habitual lives, we don't bother to see,
we don't want to see, because it requires effort. It is so much easier to
assume that we already know enough, that the world is familiar, and that
we have mastered our corner of it. A good poem can wake us up to an unfamiliar
world within the world we already 'know.' Poetry is always showing us,
in effect, that the world is still being created, that life is still to be lived.
It surprises us in the act of becoming."
Joseph Chaney, IU South Bend
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