Today’s mail brought a bounty of books, courtesy of Claire and her wonderful giveaway in honor of National Poetry Month (sponsored by Hachette Books). I rarely win anything, much less such a wonderful bookstack, so I was thrilled beyond measure.
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson is particularly appropriate, considering my current read is Afternoons With Emily, a novel by Rose McMurray, which tells the (fictionalized) account of a young woman who spent her childhood afternoon visiting Emily Dickinson.
The Poet’s Corner is an annotated compliation of favorite verse selected by John Lithgow, and as a bonus, contains a CD of the actor reading some of the poems. It’s true, poetry takes on a completely different edge when read aloud, and I can’t wait to give these a listen.
Also included were Pablo Neruda’s Odes to Common Things, which are all new poems for me (but I can tell I’m going to love them), The 100 Best Poems of All Time, and Revolution on Canvas, Poetry from the Indie Music Scene.
Now I leave you with this poem from American Primitive, Mary Oliver’s Pulitzer Prize winning collection, a perfect fit for this damp, May night ~
I lift my face to the pale flowers
of the rain. They’re soft as linen,
clean as holy water. Meanwhile
my dog runs off, noses down packed leaves
into damp, mysterious tunnels.
He says the smells are rising now
stiff and lively; he says the beasts
are waking up now full of oil,
sleep sweat, tag-ends of dreams. The rain
rubs its shining hands all over me.
My dog returns and barks fiercely, he says
each secret body is the richest advisor,
deep in the black earth such fuming
nuggets of joy!