You know, there are a lot of lovely short poems out there that I love, but I really haven’t paid much attention to poetry since college. Maybe even high school. So that’s one thing your HS and college classes do well, and ought to do: introduce students to poetry when they most likely would never read any otherwise. That’s something I need to remember when I’m rolling my eyes at the assigned novels I loathed.
Apparently the real National Poetry Day, inasmuch as such a thing is recognized, is March 21st. Well, it’s practically March, so close enough! I’m going to try to remember to post one short poem every now and then all year. I always particularly loved Emily Dickinson, and of course for short poems, she’s right there. But to kick off, here’s one from Yeats that I happened to think of recently:
The Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.