April is National Poetry Month

Willits Library National Poetry Month Poems of the Day – April 8, 2010

THREE BY EMILY

* * *

Exultation is the going

Of an inland soul to sea,

Past the houses – past the headlands –

Into deep Eternity –

Bred as we, among the mountains,

Can the sailor understand

The divine intoxication

Of the first league out from land?

* * *

Between My Country – and the Others –

There is a Sea –

But Flowers – negotiate between us –

As Ministry.

* * *

There is no Frigate like a Book

To take us Lands away

Nor any Coursers like a Page

Of prancing Poetry –

This Traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of Toll –

How frugal is the Chariot

That bears the Human soul.

EMILY DICKINSON

Ukiah Library National Poetry Month: Quote of the Day

Poetry's

work

is the

clarification

and

magnification

of

being"

Jane Hirshfield

Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry

HarperCollins 1997

Dori Anderson

Dori Anderson
Assistant County Librarian
died Friday, January 4th, 2008
In Memoriam

Just lost, when I was saved!

Just felt the world go by!

Just girt me for the onset with Eternity

When breath blew back

And on the other side

I heard recede the disappointed tide

Therefore, as One returned, I feel

Odd secrets of the line to tell!

Some Sailor, skirting foreign shores-

Some pale Reporter, from the awful doors

Before the Seal!

Next time, to stay!

Nest time, the things to see

By Ear unheard,

Unscrutinized by Eye

Next time, to tarry,

While the Ages steal

Slow tramp the centuries

And the Cycles wheel!

Emily Dickinson

Poetry for April 11, 2007

Ukiah Library Poem of the Day for April 11, 2007

RAIN BELIEF

Linda Noel former Ukiah Poet Laureate

swollen

sky

sing us some rain sway

oak arms shed

your blue clothing let

free you moist flesh flung

against bone windows flaunt

your sleek body fly

above thirsty dreams fall

into my parched canyon throat fill

my river up fool

me into thinking wetness is enough watch

me flood myself feed

the memory

melt mountains

make mud

Willits Library National Poetry Month Poem of the Day for April 11, 2007

EMILY DICKINSON

Just lost, when I was saved!

Just felt the world go by!

Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,

When breath blew back,

And on the other side

I heard recede the disappointed tide!

Therefore, as One returned, I feel

Odd secrets of the line to tell!

Some Sailor, skirting foreign shores –

Some pale Reporter, from the awful doors

Before the Seal!

Next time, to stay!

Next time, the things to see

By Ear unheard,

Unscrutinized by Eye –

Next time, to tarry,

While the Ages steal –

Slow tramp the Centuries,

And the Cycles wheel!