April is Poetry Month

In memory of Dori Anderson
1938-2008

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

April is Poetry Month--Celebrate with us!

Donna Kerr, Branch Manager at the Willits Library and Eliza Wingate, Reference at the Ukiah Library have a joyful time each day in April that the Libraries are open, presenting you with poems, online or there will be take outs at each branch.

April 1st

Willits Library National Poetry Month Poem of the Day – April 1, 2008

Celebrating APRIL FOOL’S DAY with Lewis Carroll

JABBERWOCKY

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought –

So rested he by the Tumtum tre,

And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in he wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

Ukiah celebrates National Poetry Month

Eating Poetry
Mark Strand

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
i have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand,
when I get on my knees and lick her hand.
She screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.