April 1st begins this blogs most active time of the year. April is National Poetry Month and as always it’s my excuse to encourage the reading of poetry by the masses. This is my chance to prove that poetry isn’t as painful as what your teachers made it out to be.
Here is a very small sample:
The Coming of Light
by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
