April is Poetry

My dear friend Liz is offering one haiku a day for the month of April.  Won't you join her?

Here's mine for today.

I love to pause and look out my window while I eat lunch:



two wrist snaps of wind
sting of blooms reddens window
sticky fork idles


---Sara Lewis Holmes

"It's National Poetry Month!" Quoth She (or He)

National Poetry Month starts tomorrow! Last year, I shared a poetry quote a day for all of April. If you missed that quote-a-thon, no worries. The posts are stored in my archive here.

This year, I plan to share more quotes as I find them (which might not be every day, but often enough to add substantially to that archive), as well as carry a poem in my pocket; read Helen Frost's structured verse novel, Crossing Stones, with my DC Kidlit Book Club; and enjoy the array of poetry events scheduled in the Kidlitosphere for the next 30 days, deliciously rounded up by Jama Rattigan right here.)

Oh, yes. And I'll be participating in Jama's month-long Poetry Potluck with a recipe and original poem.

Huzzah!

Poetry Quote of the Day: Madeleine L'Engle (and an early Poem in my Pocket for Poetry Friday from Julie Larios)

(This post is also my Poetry Friday contribution. Happy early PF!)

Today's quote, the last of the month, comes from Madeleine L'Engle's book, Walking On Water. Here she's talking about the creative act, and she makes it clear before this excerpt that she's talking about all artists: the painters, the dancers, the musicians, the actors, the novelists, the poets . . .

"The artist, like the child, is a good believer. The depth and strength of the belief is reflected in the the work; if the artist does not believe, then no one else will; no amount of technique will make the responder see truth in something the artist knows to be phony."

Amen to that, and thank you all for indulging me in this month-long search for poetry quotes that embodied that "depth and strength of belief."  You can find all the quotes by clicking through my April archives in the sidebar, or by searching on the tag, Quotes. 

Today is also Poem in Your Pocket day, and I'm carrying Julie Larios's poem, What Bee Did. The wordplay in it delights me, and I'm glad to have it buzzing in my pocket. As I mentioned yesterday, I picked this poem before I realized that Julie had written it.  Julie is a regular participant in Poetry Fridays and blogs at The Drift Record, one of my favorite places to be inspired. The Madeleine L'Engle quote helps me understand why this poem works --- I believe in the Bee, in all his incarnations. And it doesn't hurt that I adore the line about belief in it. (You'll have to click through to find it.) 

The poem begins like this . . .

What Bee Did

by Julie Larios

Bee not only buzzed.
When swatted at, Bee deviled,
Bee smirched. And when fuddled,
like many of us, Bee labored, Bee reaved.
He behaved as well as any Bee can have.

Read the rest here. 

This post marks the end of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Friday is hosted by Maya Ganesan at Allegro.

Poetry Quote of the Day: Kay Ryan and Getting Ready for "Poem in your Pocket" Day

Tomorrow is Poem in Your Pocket day. I'm telling you now so you have time to seek out a poem and tuck it away. Here's the one I carried last year.

 This year, I have a new one, chosen from the Poem in Your Pocket anthology, put out by The Academy of American Poets, with a foreward from U.S. Poet Laureate, Kay Ryan. Here's what she says about a poem vs. money in your pocket:

"A poem in your pocket is different. The whole way it works is different. In a way, you can't spend a poem even if you want to. As opposed to money---which seems intent upon getting out of your pocket as though it were a feral animal---a poem settles in. When I say "pocket" here, I mean "mind." A poem settles into your mind." ---Kay Ryan

Tomorrow, I'll tell you which poem from the anthology I chose to carry.  But here's a wild moment of poetic serendipity:  When I read the poem, I didn't look at the poet's name until after I felt that ping! gonna choose THIS ONE moment. And then I realized I knew the poet! Until tomorrow. . . ready your poems and pockets . . .

P.S.  Poets. org has linked to several poems about pockets for PIYP Day, including one fabulous excerpt from my friend Liz's book, A Sock is a Pocket for Your Toes.  Print it out and carry it if you want some happiness close at hand. 

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry quote of the Day: Favorite Poem Project

Today's quote comes from a young reader of poetry, responding to the E.E. Cummings poem,"somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond."

"I have read this poem so many times that the spine of the book is broken and always turns to its page. Today I gave that book away to the first person that I have ever truly and sincerely loved. I gave her the book because there is no gift I could give her that would be more honest. This poem has shaped who I am. It has been a long journey, but Cummings's poem set my heart on a course to find love, and I have arrived, only to truly understand the poem for the first time."

---Scott Nesbit, 18  (as quoted in Poems to Read, an anthology for the Favorite Poem Project.)

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry quote of the Day: Avivah Zornberg

Today's quote was not originally offered as a definition of poetry, but I'm taking the personal liberty of making it one.  And asking: do you have a quote that wasn't about poetry, per se, but works wonderfully when you put it in that light?

“Truth is shattered into a thousand pieces when God throws it down to earth.”

-from the blog, SOF Observed, which attributes this quote to "Avivah Gottlieb Zornberg, citing a kernel of midrash from her new book, The Murmuring Deep: Reflections on the Biblical Unconscious."

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry quote of the Day: Ted Hughes

“Because it is occasionally possible, just for brief moments, to find the words that will unlock the doors of all those many mansions inside the head and express something — perhaps not much, just something — of the crush of information that presses in on us from the way a crow flies over and the way a man walks and the look of a street and from what we did one day a dozen years ago. Words that will express something of the deep complexity that makes us precisely the way we are, from the momentary effect of the barometer to the force that created men distinct from trees. Something of the inaudible music that moves us along in our bodies from moment to moment like water in a river. Something of the spirit of the snowflake in the water of the river. Something of the duplicity and the relativity and the merely fleeting quality of all this. Something of the almighty importance of it and something of the utter meaninglessness. And when words can manage something of this, and manage it in a moment, of time, and in that same moment, make out of it all the vital signature of a human being — not of an atom, or of a geometrical diagram, or of a heap of lenses — but a human being, we call it poetry." ---Ted Hughes

Thanks to 7-Impossible Things Before Breakfast, who first posted this quote, and to Jules, who reminded me of it.

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: Margaret Atwood

"It simply happened, suddenly, in 1956, while I was crossing the football field on the way home from school. I wrote a poem in my head and then I wrote it down, and after that writing was the only thing I wanted to do. I didn't know that this poem of mine wasn't at all good, and if I had known I probably wouldn't have cared. It wasn't the result but the experience that had hooked me: it was the electricity."

---Margaret Atwood, from Negotiating With the Dead: A Writer on Writing

Oh, Margaret, I know just what you mean. I wrote about some of my bad high school poetry here, and as I said in that post, what I remember most is that feeling of "writing words that matched who I was inside, instead of for a school assignment . . . I felt heady with the discovery that all that messy stuff in my heart and my head could erupt onto the page as words. I've never forgotten or gotten over that moment."

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Friday and Quote of the Day: Thorton Wilder and Mark Jarmon

Again, for Poetry Friday, I have both a quote and a poem.  I like the way these two resonate with each other.

From Thornton Wilder's play, Our Town

Emily:  Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it---every, every minute?

Stage Manager:  No--- The saints and poets, maybe--- They do some.

and via poetryfoundation. org

Dressing My Daughters

by Mark Jarman

One girl a full head taller
Than the other—into their Sunday dresses.
First, the slip, hardly a piece of fabric,
Softly stitched and printed with a bud.
I’m not their mother, and tangle, then untangle
The whole cloth—on backwards, have to grab it
Round their necks. But they know how to pull
Arms in, a reflex of being dressed,
And also, a child’s faith. The mass of stuff
That makes the Sunday frocks collapses
In my hands and finds its shape, only because

the rest here

Poetry Friday is hosted today by Lisa Chellman

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: Theodore Roethke

"Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries."

---Theodore Roethke, as quoted in The Creativity Book, A Year's Worth of Inspiration and Guidance by Eric Maisel

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: Muriel Rukeyser

"The 'idea' for the poem, which may come as an image thrown against memory, as a sound of words that sets off a traveling of sound and meaning, as a curve of emotion (a form) plotted by certain crises of events or image or sound, or as a title which evokes a sense of inner relations; this is the first 'surfacing' of the poem. Then a period of stillness may follow."

--- Muriel Rukeyser, from Creators on Creating, edited by Frank Barron, Alfonso Montuori, and Anthea Barron

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: A. E. Housman

". ..  in common with the others, I received from America a request that I would define poetry. I replied that I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat, but that I thought we both recognized the symptoms which it provokes in us."  

---A. E. Housman, from Creators on Creating, edited by Frank Barron, Alfonso Montuori, and Anthea Barron

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: Frost via Sidman via The Miss Rumphius Effect

If you haven't been following the Poetry Makers series at The Miss Rumphius Effect this month, your life is the poorer for it. She has riches beyond belief---more than 30 scheduled interviews with major poets.

In her interviews, Tricia asks her visiting poets to name a favorite quote. Here's the one that Joyce Sidman shared. (If you haven't read Joyce's interview, go right now. And then read all the other interviews, too. It's okay. Your life can stop for a little while.)

“Like a piece of ice on a hot stove, the poem must ride on its own melting.” --Robert Frost

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: Rilke defends Rhyme

"Do not say anything against rhyme! It is a mighty goddess indeed, the deity of very secret and very ancient coincidences, and one must never let the fire on its altars burn out."

---Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Poet's Guide to Life: The Wisdom of Rilke

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: More Mary Oliver

Have you noticed that readers have been graciously leaving other fabulous poetry quotes in the comments for all of us to enjoy? Here's one that J. Patrick Lewis gifted me with several days ago when I first posted some words from Mary Oliver:

"Poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." ---Mary Oliver

Isn't that lovely?

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: Leonardo da Vinci

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. ~Leonardo da Vinci

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: Tommasco Ceva

In trying to bring you some poetry quotes you might not have heard before, I find myself dipping again into How to Read a Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry. 

"Poetry is a dream dreamed in the presence of reason." ---attributed by Edward Hirsch to Jesuit poet Tommasco Ceva

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: Oscar Wilde

I've posted several deep and serious quotes about poetry.  Today, I'm in the mood for Oscar Wilde.

"A poet can survive everything but a misprint." ~Oscar Wilde

What if Wordsworth had to suffer seeing:  "I wandered lonely as a clod"

Or Emily, this fumble:  "Because I could not stop for Death,  He kindly stopped for tea;"

Leave your fatal misprints in the comments. 

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: Gustave Flaubert

Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. ~Gustave Flaubert

Photo: Juan Mele, 1946, courtesy of The Blanton Museum of Art


This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.

Poetry Quote of the Day: Carl Sandburg

This may be my favorite quote yet.

"Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths . . .

 . . . and biscuits." ~Carl Sandburg

P.S. Happy Easter! I'll be greeting the day at sunrise.

This post is part of my Poetry Quote a Day series for National Poetry Month.