We have lots to celebrate this month in the library, not the least of which are National Poetry Month and Earth Day. We’ve combined these themes with our Nature & Poetry book display. Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson might jump to mind but there are so many others - explore these and more on the library’s upper level.
Today the white mist that is weather
is mixed with the sallow tint
of the mist that is smog.
And from it, through it, breathes
a vast whisper:
A slash of Blue -
A sweep of Gray -
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky -
A little purple – slipped between -
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on -
A Wave of Gold -
A Bank of Day -
This just makes out the Morning Sky.
from A Noiseless Patient Spider
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
from A Knowledge of Water
This desert was once an ocean teeming with fish. I sit on the edge of its memory feeling the power of the sum.
The faded trail I follow is the way to the next water hold, not the shortest distance between two points.
Knowledge of water, not a compass, is what one needs in this desert.
Some fish found in the brackish water of these puddles dropped from the sky.