On the Second April’s Poems
April is a month of contradictions. Which, of course, might be the reason why I was born in it. It’s an ornery month, reflecting my personality running up to school’s April break more than a bit accurately.
Still, April, of course, is National Poetry Month. So that’s all the more reason to read poems to people, isn’t it? It’s also the first full month of spring, and for the most part, the snow and cold are receding. This month has been full of April showers, and not much for warmth. Nevertheless, those flowers keep poking their resolute way out of the cold ground. Also, last year at this time I spent a week in England, which is where, for the most part, my imagination lives, so as always, Robert Browning got the call to start off the month.
April 2, Monday: Robert Browning, “Home Thoughts from Abroad”
April 3, Tuesday: Linda Pastan, “April”
April 4, Wedensday: Carl Sandburg, “The Wind Sings Welcome in Early Spring”
April 5, Thursday: Emily Dickinson, “Before You Thought of Spring”
April 6, Friday: Christina Rosetti, “Spring Quiet”
April 9, Monday: Thomas Hardy, “During Wind and Rain”
April 10, Tuesday: Carl Dennis, “Ingratitude”
April 11, Wednesday: Patrick Kavanagh, “In Memory of My Mother” (This would have been my mother’s 80th birthday, so this one’s for her.)
April 12, Thursday: Rita Dove, “Vacation”
April 13-20: Vacation!
April 23, Monday: William Shakespeare, “Sonnet 18” (It is his birthday, after all…)
April 24, Tuesday: Robert Bly, “Gratitude to Old Teachers” (This one was a present from my friend Jean.)
April 25, Wednesday: Ted Kooser, “How to Foretell a Change in the Weather”
April 26, Thursday: Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Spring”
April 27, Friday: Emily Dickenson, “I never hear the word ‘escape'”
April 30, Monday: David Mason, “Song of the Powers”
Now on to May.
At the Maine Writing Project’s “Writing Ourselves” spring conference, the poet Douglas Woodsum asked if I was the teacher who read a poem to my classes every day. And did I still do it? Damn skippy.