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Hoot How do we "know" anything? With the head or with the
heart? Or does knowledge require both? Scientists would have our brains in matter to
gather data for the lab. Philosophers want our minds on reason to help explain themselves.
Poets worth their malt pay attention to both matter and mind with every fiber of their
being. But their being is centered in their hearts. Questions such as: What is nature?
What is mind? How does one exist? What is the meaning of death? a poet might translate
thus: How is my hand like a bird? My mind like a swamp? Why am I restless like the leaves?
Why do I have to leave? In this poem which he read at a recent Hoot, Poet Charles Pratt
turns us outside-in as he works us through these essential questions:
"Restless, Oh Restless" copyright 2004 by Charles W.
Pratt. Charles is a former English teacher at Phillips Exeter Academy. He is the author
of: In the Orchard (Originally Tidal Press) and The Fables in Two Languages and Similar
Diversions. Charles and Joan Pratt are the authors of Take this Apple. All three books are
published by Pomme Press. His poetry has appeared in numerous publications, including The
American Scholar, Poetry, Commonweal and The Atlantic Monthly. With his wife Joan, he runs
"Apple Annie," a traditional apple farm in Brentwood, NH. |