Poet Eyes

Just felt like posting this today. Our blog has been kind of quiet.

Poet Eyes

Marileta Robinson

It’s simple to find a poem, he said.

Poems are pasted on everything.

Tree stumps, coffee cups, window shades.

Then why can’t I see them? I asked.

He showed me a flower.

See the stripes leading to the flower’s heart? he asked.

No, I said. I can’t see those, either.

Of course you can’t. You must be able to detect ultra-violet light to see them. You must have the eyes of a bee.

You need special eyes to see a poem, too. The eyes of a poet. Read poems. Many poems. You will grow poet eyes. Then you will see the poems pasted on everything.