A Few Words from Annie Finch

It was only through the incantational tunnel of meter, salvaged from the abandoned places and pleasures of childhood and my body’s rhythms, that I found a way to move again. Now the universe of physical sensation supported me as I composed poetry—I won’t say wrote, because once I discovered meter I was off the page as often as not. I could move, walk, talk, breathe, sing, remember. Meter freed me into my ear, my body. -- Annie Finch