And it was at that age…Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
from Poetry – poem by Pablo Neruda
“you win a while, then it is done
your little winning streak
and summon now, to deal
with your invincible defeat”
from A thousand kisses deep – poem by Leonard Cohen
that’s where poetry found me, I guess.