If you had to make the quill
pen in the old way, stripping
the feathers, cutting the well,
splitting & shearing the tip
off clean; if you had to grind
the ink, holding the cake
straight against the stone,
circling until your wrist ached
to get the proper tone of black;
would you wonder, as you sat before the paper
what sort of poem was worthy of your labor?
Green, S. (2008). The Grace of Necessity. Pittsburgh, PA: Carnegie Mellon University Press.
Photo Credit: Borrowed from Washington Community College Humanities Association website.