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Poetry Month, a National Celebration

“Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.” Dennis Gabor

National Poetry Month is around the corner. My act of celebration is small … my love for poetry unmeasurable … and to express it I’ve compiled one small and final list.

Picking the poems is, of course, a very subjective task and a matter of personal taste … so please feel free to add to my list.

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Hope Is A Thing With Feathers
by Emily Dickinson

Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without words
And never stops at all.

And sweetest, in the gale, is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That keeps so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It ask a crumb of me.

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Alone
by Edgar Alan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then—in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

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Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Photos credit:  Emily Dickenson Created by William C. North, 
Source: University of Illinois at Urbana-Campaign; 
Edgar Alan Poe Portrait; Maya Angelou reciting her poem, 
"On the Pulse of Morning", at President Clinton's 
inauguration--all photos are from Wikimedia Commons, 
Public Domain.
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April is National Poetry Month

April is Poetry Month, a national celebration.

Sure, we should celebrate poetry year-round, just as we celebrate our love of reading and writing.

But considering this will be the time when schools, publishers, libraries, booksellers, and poets throughout the United States band together to celebrate poetry and its vital place in American culture, and the  fact that I will be busy with the A to Z Challenge during April, I would like to take this last week of March and show my love for poetry.

Please feel free to join in. What are your favorite poems?

The celebration begins with Dorothy Parker’s “A Certain Lady.”

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Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You’ll never know.
Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, —
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me — marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ….
And what goes on, my love, while you’re away,
You’ll never know.