“For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions ... they are experiences. For the sake of a single poem, you must see many cities, many people and things, you must understand animals, must feel how birds fly, and know the gesture which small flowers make when they open in the morning.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke
The other night, I had the pleasure of reading my poetry at the Ragged Edge Coffee House in Gettysburg. The little upstairs room was full of other poets; I followed an open reading period in which most of them shared a poem or two of their own, or a favorite from someone else. It was very enjoyable. It’s heartening to find that there are colonies of poets in Gettysburg, Hanover, York, as well as in Frederick, Columbia, and Annapolis… not to mention Baltimore and Washington.