In his poem "Blacksmith Shop," Nobel Prize Winner Czeslaw Milosz associates his joy in witnessing the shop in action with his calling to be a poet. He concludes his celebration of "a piece of iron in the fire, held there by tongs/ Red, softened for the anvil,/ Beaten with a hammer, bent into a horseshoe...
At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor,
Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds.
I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this:
To glorify things just because they are.
Translated from the Polish
by Czeslaw Milosz
and Robert Hass
The Ecco Press
Neva Herrington is a poet and former educator. She is currently working on a new book of poetry, a collection of short stories, and her memoir. Her inspiration comes from her own experience and the work of other poets.