Tuesday, April 30th, 2013

TO HELP IMPROVE OUR
SERVICE TO YOU,
ALL
MENDOCINO COUNTY
LIBRARIES WILL BE CLOSED ON
TUESDAY APRIL 30th FOR AN
ALL STAFF TRAINING DAY

WE APOLOGIZE FOR ANY
INCONVENIENCE. (All overdue
fines will be waived for this day.)
ALL LIBRARIES WILL REOPEN ON
WEDNESDAY MAY 1st AT THEIR
NORMAL TIME.

April is Poetry Month--a poem for each day we are open

Last day of April. Poetry though will remain with us.

Ukiah Library's Poem of the Day for National Poetry Month
April 30,2009

Water by Philip Larkin
If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.

Going to church
Would entail a fording
To dry, different clothes;

My liturgy would employ
Images of sousing,
A furious devout drench,

And I should raise in the east
A glass of water
Where any-angled light
Would congregate endlessly.



Willits Library National Poetry Month Poem of the Day – April 30, 2009

Last day of poetry month – As Loreena McKennitt says,
“Let’s leave the last word to Shakespeare”


Sonnet 115

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my judgement knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
But reckoning Time, whose millioned accidents
Creep in ‘twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp’st intents,
Divert strong minds to the course of altering things –
Alas, why, fearing of Time’s tyranny,
Might I not then say, ‘Now I love you best’,
When I was certain o’er incertainty,
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?
Love is a babe; then might I not say so,
To give full growth to that which still doth grow.

Ukiah Library National Poetry Month Poem of the Day
April 30, 2008

All the True Vows

David Whyte

All the true vows
are secret vows
the ones we speak out loud
are the ones we break.

There is only one life
you can call your own
and a thousand others
you can call by any name you want.

Hold to the truth you make
every day with your own body,
don't turn your face away.

Hold to your own truth
at the center of the image
you were born with.

Those who do not understand
their destiny will never understand
the friends they have made
nor the work they have chosen

nor the one life that waits
beyond all the others.

By the lake in the wood
in the shadows
you can
whisper that truth
to the quiet reflection
you see in the water.

Whatever you hear from
the water, remember,

it wants you to carry
the sound of its truth on your lips.

Remember,
in this place
no one can hear you

and out of the silence
you can make a promise
it will kill you to break,

that way you'll find
what is real and what is not.

I know what I am saying.
Time almost forsook me
and I looked again.

Seeing my reflection
I broke a promise
and spoke
for the first time
after all these years

in my own voice,

before it was too late
to turn my face again.

Willits Library National Poetry Month Poem of the Day April 29, 2008

Katha Pollit

SMALL COMFORT

Coffee and cigarettes in a clean café,

forsythia lit like a damp match against

a thundery sky drunk on its own ozone,

the laundry cool and crisp and folded away

again in the lavender closet --- too late to find

comfort enough in such small daily moments

of beauty, renewal, calm, too late to imagine

people would rather be happy than suffering

and inflicting suffering. We’re near the end,

but oh, before the end, as the sparrows wing

each night to their secret nests in the elm’s green dome,

oh, let the last bus bring

lover to lover, let the starveling

dog turn the corner and lope suddenly,

miraculously, down its own street, home.

S