Not enough poetry in my poetry month
It’s already April 4 and I haven’t read any poetry all month. That’s a sad thing, normally, but since it is National Poetry Month it seems especially egregious. There ought to be poems on the morning news, appearing in mailboxes, Burma-Shaved across the landscape. The closest I got was the book of Isaiah for my Sunday school class.
It’s particularly sad because poetry is one of those self-fulfilling things in my life. The more I see, the more I want to see, the more I hear it in my head and have to write it. So, I guess I’ll steal some and share it here, perhaps spark something, or possibly commit copyright infringement.
Okay, somebody long dead, to avoid that last bit.
Sonnets from the Portuguese: Sonnet 26