I first read this poem with my sister during a long-ago poetry month. I’d never read anything so unconventional and I’m not a jazz listener, so I was very confused and very fascinated by this poem. It’s stuck with me all these years. Hope you enjoy! Continue reading
Today, if I were home, I would have coaxed my little sister outside. We would have toted food and books onto the sunny grass, sternly warned our puppy dog away from our lunch, and laid out in the sun as long as it took our parents to realize we should be doing school. For the two springs that we knew about national poetry month, we used it as a good excuse to spend our lunch breaks outside, leisurely eating, talking, and reading poems. We sampled from Garrison Keillor’s Good Poems and selections of Frost and Keats. Just last week I read “This Is Just To Say” by William Carlos Williams for a class – Mr. Keillor introduced me to that one. In my Creative Writing class, we’re finishing up a unit on poetry. Our reading included two chapters of poems….it was a joy to immerse myself the images, sounds, and deep thoughts. In the course of the last few weeks I’ve read authors from T. S Eliot to Langston Hughes and back again (yes, even some Tolkien). But I didn’t get to read them outside, on the grass, soaking up the sun, laughing at my little sister, and throwing food to my dog. College has its drawbacks.
What you should take from my rambling is that I’m happy for spring, I miss my little sister, and I appreciate poetry. There, I rolled all the relevant holidays into one incoherently college-fogged post. Aren’t you impressed?