Happiness and National Poetry Month

Today is the last day of April and also the last day of National Poetry Month in the U.S.

(I did a Google search, and April is also: Autism Awareness Month, Jazz Appreciation Month, National Arab American Heritage Month, and Financial Literacy Month… plus she’s very busy making endless showers for May flowers, THANKyouVERYmuch.)

But, let’s get real. It’s April, the trees have on the freshest green they’ll wear all year, picnics are a possibility again, and there are still enough chilly days to make us relish the warm ones. It’s prime poetry time.

Here are some cool facts about the background and goals of National Poetry Month.

Here are some lovely ideas for how to celebrate the month. It’s not too late to chalk a poem on a sidewalk!

And here, as my own small celebration, is one of my very favorite poems:


by Raymond Carver

So early it’s still almost dark out.
I’m near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.

When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.

They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren’t saying anything, these boys.

I think if they could, they would take
each other’s arm.
It’s early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.

They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.

Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn’t enter into this.

Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.


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