The poem began, as it often does for me, with an image ("sugar, stirred into cream") and at the same time a rhythmic set of sounds that, ideally, make a phrase into verse.
The final poem I wrote for Im Glasberg ( In the glass mountain) was "feathers and planets." It posed a problem for me because for a long time I had only the start of a poem.
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