Hawthorne wrote in his journal, and perhaps
he noticed the way now means then
as soon as it’s written down,
the way remembering conceals invention,
or tries to. Idea for a tale:
a man, composing a story, finds
it shaping itself against his intentions.
The characters act otherwise
than he planned. Unforeseen events occur.
Hawthorne paused. Above the village,
clouds were being carried off by the wind.
In a story, he thought, what a man observes
might shadow forth his fate:
wild roses, barberry, Indian corn.
The down of thistles flying through the air.
From "Hawthorne on His Way Home" by Lawrence Raab
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