I am a pretty unreliable blogger, but I always show up for National Poetry Month. This year, it so happens that I’m taking an online poetry course taught by Eaven Boland offered through Stanford– for free! AT THE SAME TIME as National Poetry Month. I’m super excited. As usual, I’ll be posting a poem or something poetry-related every day. I know poetry can be intimidating, but it really doesn’t need to be. In our course intro, Boland says,
If you are someone who feels that poetry is just not for you, that it is a craft and an art full of puzzles and riddles and barriers that just keep you out, you are certainly not in a minority. Many people feel that way. Many people feel that poetry is a sort of closed system that has a lot of traps in it for them. If you feel like that, I would still say I hope you will continue.
So let’s take this good advice, and read a little more this month, and see how far we get.
To begin, let’s take this poem from Emily Dickinson:
1213 (1872 version)
We like March–his shoes are Purple.
He is new and high–
Make he Mud for Dog and Peddler–
Makes he Forests Dry–
Knows the Adder’s Tongue his coming
And begets her spot–
Stands the Sun so close and mighty–
That our Minds are hot.
New is he of all the others–
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds buccaneering
On his British sky–