Did you know that April is National Poetry Month? I didn’t until just recently and now that I know, I’ve already located the various collections of poetry books I own on my bookshelf and plan to go through some of my favorites. It has been a long time since I’ve read some of my all-time favorite poems and hey, why not discover some new ones in the process?
To celebrate National Poetry Month, you can subscribe to the Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day emails. Daily poems are selected from newly-published poetry titles and you can also browse the archive of the past daily poems that have been spotlighted.
If daily emails aren’t your thing, or if you have an iPhone, you can download the Poem Flow app which turns poems into gentle reading animations. The app is free for 20 poems and additional poems cost less than a penny a poem.
Want to read a really amazing poem right now? Here is one of my absolute favorites!
Love Letter Written In A Burning Building
By Anne Sexton
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,
full of white shirts and salad greens,
the icebox knocking at our delectable knocks,
and I wore movies in my eyes,
and you wore eggs in your tunnel,
and we played sheets, sheets, sheets
all day, even in the bathtub like lunatics.
But today I set the bed afire
and smoke is filling the room,
it is getting hot enough for the walls to melt,
and the icebox, a gluey white tooth.
I have on a mask in order to write my last words,
and they are just for you, and I will place them
in the icebox saved for vodka and tomatoes,
and perhaps they will last.
The dog will not. Her spots will fall off.
The old letters will melt into a black bee.
The night gowns are already shredding
into paper, the yellow, the red, the purple.
The bed — well, the sheets have turned to gold —
hard, hard gold, and the mattress
is being kissed into a stone.
As for me, my dearest Foxxy,
my poems to you may or may not reach the icebox
and its hopeful eternity,
for isn’t yours enough?
The one where you name
my name right out in P.R.?
If my toes weren’t yielding to pitch
I’d tell the whole story —
not just the sheet story
but the belly-button story,
the pried-eyelid story,
the whiskey-sour-of-the-nipple story —
and shovel back our love where it belonged.
Despite my asbestos gloves,
the cough is filling me with black and a red powder seeps through my
our little crate goes down so publicly
and without meaning it, you see, meaning a solo act,
a cremation of the love,
but instead we seem to be going down right in the middle of a Russian
the flames making the sound of
the horse being beaten and beaten,
the whip is adoring its human triumph
while the flies wait, blow by blow,
straight from United Fruit, Inc.
How will you be celebrating National Poetry Month and what is one of your favorite poems? Share it in the comments!
2 thoughts on “Celebrate National Poetry Month with a Poem a Day”
I love poetry!!! I use to write but now I got 3 kids a husband who owns his own business and am a full time student so i dont get to write much but I do enjoy reading it and I loved the poem posted.
I’m in the same boat with tonya. I absolutely love poetry, but hardly have any time to write anymore. Work, taking care of kids, there just isn’t much time to do it anymore.