On the Eve of Words

A writer is working when he’s staring out the window.

— Burton Rascoe

I have been staring out of the window for a while.
With grace, have faith . . .

 

be quiet say nothing
except the street be full of stars

— Pablo Picasso

except the canals be full of evening
and our hands full of lamplight
the sky the colour of irises

— Adrian Henri (from Spring Poem)