Felicity by Mary Oliver

“If I have any secret stash of poems, anywhere, it might be about love, not anger.” – Mary Oliver  Mary Oliver, one of my very favorite poets, has already graced us with a wonderful bounty of beautiful poems about the natural world and the joy of being alive in it. In her latest collection, she finally is… Continue reading Felicity by Mary Oliver

Billy Collins at Strand

Lovely evening at a Billy Collins reading at Strand. On whether or not he’ll ever write prose: “No.” … “No one asks prose writers if they’ll ever write poetry.” … “Poetry is a bird, prose is a potato.” PS – My blog is back up, after a several month struggle/confusion with hosting.

77 Love Sonnets by Garrison Keillor

During April, in honor of National Poetry Month, I read 77 Love Sonnets by Garrison Keillor. (Here’s a link to purchase this collection at an Indie Bookstore.) A modern collection of sonnets is, unfortunately, rather hard to come across. I was delighted last year to find out that Garrison Keillor was publishing a collection of… Continue reading 77 Love Sonnets by Garrison Keillor

National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month in the US. I’ve been trying to read more poetry in general anyway, and this month my goal is to read a poem every day. There are a few sites I know of that offer a free poem per day, via email: One is The Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor,… Continue reading National Poetry Month

Poetry Sunday

“THANKS, ROBERT FROST”  David Ray, from Music of Time: Selected and New Poems Do you have hope for the future? someone asked Robert Frost, toward the end. Yes, and even for the past, he replied, that it will turn out to have been all right for what it was, something we can accept, mistakes made… Continue reading Poetry Sunday

Poetry Sunday

Welcome Morning By Anne Sexton There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning, in the chapel of eggs I cook each morning, in the outcry from the kettle that heats my coffee each morning, in the spoon… Continue reading Poetry Sunday