

A Pause For Beauty
One ought every day at least to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture,
and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
- Goethe
. . .
A night creature slides into the clearing
I think that the purpose of poetry is to approach “right-living”. It helps me find a closer relationship between me and my own life. And the relationship between my own life and the thing I call divinity. If that works, then the poetry has been successful.
Irascible old Ezra Pound once upon a time said that there is only one cause of bad art, and that is inauthenticity. I try my best to be authentic.
- David Lee, poet, from Heron Dance interview.

Zion Narrows
Great stone walls shut out stars
to the east and west, loom and close
as night deepens. A breeze
stirs the willows. River.
Dark sandstone seems to breathe.
A thin new moon struggles
over the brooding cliffs
and glitters, askew
in the brimming water. Shadows lurk
in the cottonwoods. A night creature
slides into the clearing,
moves toward the river, seems to bend,
drink. It blends into sighing night,
the haunted canyon,
its warm wind,
crescent moon, shadows,
deep-throated song of water.
- David Lee, So Quietly The Earth
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