When I Met My Muse


Time for another poem. I like this short one about finding one’s muse by William Stafford.

It’s rare today that artists talk of having a muse. We mostly think of (male) painters from the past as having a (female) muse–a particular model perhaps, that intrigued an artist to make painting after painting, trying to capture or express a particular something.

But I like how Stafford suggests that your muse is “your own way of looking at things”; asserting that your own idiosyncratic point of view is motivation and reason enough to create what you are inclined to create. Enjoy.

When I Met My Muse

I glanced at her and took my glasses
off—they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. “I am your own
way of looking at things,” she said. “When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation.” And I took her hand.

—William Stafford from The Way It Is

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  1. Laura says:

    Oh, I like that!

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