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National Poetry Month: April 20th

April 20, 2011

Don’t Go Far Off, Not Even for a Day by Pablo Neruda

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far

I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

This poem was selected by Lesley W. (Reference Librarian)

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National Poetry Month: April 19th

April 19, 2011

Mirror by Sylvia Plath

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.

Whatever I see I swallow immediately

Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.

I am not cruel, only truthful —

The eye of a little god, four-cornered.

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long

I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.

Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,

Searching my reaches for what she really is.

Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.

I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.

She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.

I am important to her. She comes and goes.

Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.

In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman

Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

This poem was selected by Russell J. (Reader’s Services)

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National Poetry Month: April 18th

April 18, 2011

Passing Remark by William Stafford

In scenery I like flat country.

In life I don’t like much to happen.

In personalities I like mild colorless people.

And in colors I prefer gray and brown.

My wife, a vivid girl from the mountains,

says, “Then why did you choose me?”

Mildly I lower my brown eyes —

there are so many things admirable people do not understand.

This poem was selected by Olivia M. (Reader’s Services)

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National Poetry Month: April 17th

April 17, 2011

Selecting a Reader by Ted Kooser

First, I would have her be beautiful,

and walking carefully up on my poetry

at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,

her hair still damp at the neck

from washing it. She should be wearing

a raincoat, an old one, dirty

from not having money enough for the cleaners.

She will take out her glasses, and there

in the bookstore, she will thumb

over my poems, then put the book back

up on the shelf. She will say to herself,

“For that kind of money, I can get

my raincoat cleaned.” And she will.

This poem was selected by Mary H. (Reader’s Services)

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National Poetry Month: April 16th

April 16, 2011

In Memory of My Mother by Patrick Kavanagh

I do not think of you lying in the wet clay

Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see

You walking down a lane among the poplars

On your way to the station, or happily

Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday –

You meet me and you say:

‘Don’t forget to see about the cattle – ‘

Among your earthiest words the angels stray. Continue reading →

National Poetry Month: April 15th

April 15, 2011

Forgetfulness by Billy Collins

The name of the author is a first to go

followed obediently by the title, the plot,

the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel

which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never heard of.

It is as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor

decided to retire to the southern hemispheres of the brain,

to a little fishing village where there are no phones. Continue reading →

National Poetry Month: April 14th

April 14, 2011

The Fairies by William Allingham

Up the airy mountain

Down the rushy glen,

We daren’t go a-hunting,

For fear of little men;

Wee folk, good folk,

Trooping all together;

Green jacket, red cap,

And white owl’s feather.

Down along the rocky shore

Some make their home,

They live on crispy pancakes

Of yellow tide-foam;

Some in the reeds

Of the black mountain-lake,

With frogs for their watch-dogs,

All night awake.

High on the hill-top

The old King sits;

He is now so old and gray

He’s nigh lost his wits.

With a bridge of white mist

Columbkill he crosses,

On his stately journeys

From Slieveleague to Rosses;

Or going up with music,

On cold starry nights,

To sup with the Queen,

Of the gay Northern Lights. Continue reading →

National Poetry Month: April 13th

April 13, 2011

Choose Something Like a Star by Robert Frost

O Star (the fairest one in sight),

We grant your loftiness the right

To some obscurity of cloud —

It will not do to say of night,

Since dark is what brings out your light.

Some mystery becomes the proud.

But to be wholly taciturn

In your reserve is not allowed.

Say something to us we can learn

By heart and when alone repeat.

Say something! And it says “I burn.”

But say with what degress of heat.

Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.

Use language we can comprehend.

Tell us what elements you blend.

It gives us strangely little aid,

But does tell something in the end.

And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,

Not even stooping from its sphere,

It asks a little of us here.

It asks of us a certain height.

So when at times the mob is swayed

To carry praise or blame too far,

We may choose something like a star

To stay our minds on and be staid.

This poem was selected by Margaret S. (Reference Librarian)

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National Poetry Month: April 12th

April 12, 2011

The Dishonest Mailmen by Robert Creeley

They are taking all my letters, and they

put them into a fire.

I see the flames, etc.

But do not care, etc.

They burn everything I have, or what little

I have. I don’t care, etc.

The poem supreme, addressed to

emptiness — this is the courage

necessary. This is something

quite different.

This poem was selected by Russell J. (Reader’s Services)

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10th Anniversary of Cowboy Poetry Week

April 11, 2011

This year is the 10th anniversary of Cowboy Poetry Week in the United States. According to Nevada Magazine, there are almost 150 festivals which celebrate cowboy poetry throughout the country.

Texas Governor Rick Perry, a huge fan, has issued many proclamations celebrating cowboy poetry in his beloved home, eloquently stating that “through cowboy poetry, we can gain insight into the emotions and thoughts of those who made history and those who continue to live and work in the cowboy culture today. …cowboy poetry gives us access to life on the range with all its accompanying excitement, hardships, and dreams.”

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