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Poetry Month 2019

April is National Poetry Month. As a writer, I think there is no better inspiration than reading or hearing some poetry before you write. It doesn’t have to be everyday. Once in a while will do. As I’ve said, I write bad poems, so no submitting for me. However, I still like being around poets and their writing.

A few years ago, I was lucky enough to attend the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival in Newark, NJ. Wow, so fun. I sat through so many readings from some of the best poets like Billy Collins, Kay Ryan, and Rita Dove. My mom was with me and snagged some autographs too. (I wasn’t so lucky. I went to see other poets read instead. Although I did snag Rita Dove signature when she came to the National Book Festival.) One of the best moments? Seeing all the people attending. If you think poetry is dead, go to a big festival with nothing but poets. They come out of the woodwork for these things. Sure it’s not like some other big writers, but the crowd was impressive.

So this month, take some time to enjoy some poetry. Go to a reading at your local bookseller, or write a couple of bad poems yourself. Either way, appreciate the art form and what it does for you.

Happy Reading!

Two Love Poems and Some Chocolate

February 14 approaches. And since I probably won’t post before that day, I decided to post one of the most romantic poems I’ve ever read. I found this poem about 18 years ago in the library. I was bored and picked up a large poetry book, a large all-inclusive volume, to occupy myself. I read this poem by Sara Teasdale that floored me and I immediately copied it for my records. To this day, I think this is on my top five list of favorite poems (and made me a fan of Sara Teasdale). Enjoy!

When I am Not With You

When I am not with you

I am alone,

For there is no one else

And there is nothing

That comforts me but you.

When you are gone

Suddenly I am sick,

Blackness is round me,

There is nothing left.

I have tried many things,

Music and cities,

Stars in their constellations

And the sea,

But there is nothing

That comforts me but you;

And my poor pride bows down

Like grass in a rain-storm

Drenched with my longing.

The night is unbearable,

Oh let me go to you

For there is no one,

There is nothing

To comfort me but you.

— Sara Teasdale

Tasted really good too!

Tasted really good too!

Also, I bought a candy bar at Whole Foods this weekend and, SURPRISE!, it came with a love poem inside by Pushkin. Who knew Russians could be so romantic!

A Magic Moment I Remember

A magic moment I remember:

I raised my eyes and you were there,

A fleeting vision, the quintessence

Of all that’s beautiful and rare

I pray to mute despair and anguish,

To vain the pursuits world esteems,

Long did I hear your soothing accents,

Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered

The reveries that once were mine

And I forgot your soothing accents,

Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement

I gazed upon grey skies above

With no ideals to inspire me

No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of reinessance,

I looked up – you again are there

A fleeting vision, the quintessence

Of all that’s beautiful and rare.

Alexander Pushkin

Happy Valentine’s Day!