Happy National Poetry Month!
Spent this weekend making things with my hands, gifts for some of the children I’m blessed to have in my life 🙂 I often tell my writing students, “Remember: you are now the maker. You have the magic of the maker.” Thinking on this a lot this weekend, on how the mystery of art emerges from our hands.
Making a Poem
by Paul B. Newman
You make a poem like a man
taking the measure of a sheet of copper;
first you cut it in the round
clipping the disc of dull soft metal,
then you take a hammer and pound
over all its surface on the small
iron hoof of the anvil,
forming a deepness within the curve
light within light reflecting
cool as the ripples in a well,
forming it on the resistance of the anvil
until it is so with texture, and with
usefulness a form and with delight a unity.
Make art about being a maker, about the act of making.