Every
Every ditch or stream or river the train crosses.
Every ploughed field, every row of trees.
Every square church tower in the distance.
Every minute of sunshine, every shadow.
Every wisp of cloud in the wide, blue, East Anglian sky.
Every day. Every day that’s left.
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Every ditch or stream or river the train crosses.
Every ploughed field, every row of trees.
Every square church tower in the distance.
Every minute of sunshine, every shadow.
Every wisp of cloud in the wide, blue, East Anglian sky.
Every day. Every day that’s left.
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Hello Friends,
With those words from British poet Wendy Cope, we’ve reached the last poem of this National Poetry Month celebration: 30 days, 30 poems, 30 poets. This month, we’ve covered poems from a hundred years ago to poems published this year, including at least one poem from the 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, 2010s, and 2020s. We’ve read queer poets, Black poets, Native American poets, Asian American poets, Latinx poets, white poets, mixed race poets, and more. We’ve read couplets, tercets, quatrains, cinquains, an ode, an abecedarian, a haiku, and several sonnets. Not bad for 30 days!
I hope one or two poems stuck with each of you. Thank you so much again for celebrating poetry month with me. Truth be told, I’ve already started collecting poems for next April and can’t wait to share them with you.
Until next April,
Ællen
With those words from British poet Wendy Cope, we’ve reached the last poem of this National Poetry Month celebration: 30 days, 30 poems, 30 poets. This month, we’ve covered poems from a hundred years ago to poems published this year, including at least one poem from the 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, 2010s, and 2020s. We’ve read queer poets, Black poets, Native American poets, Asian American poets, Latinx poets, white poets, mixed race poets, and more. We’ve read couplets, tercets, quatrains, cinquains, an ode, an abecedarian, a haiku, and several sonnets. Not bad for 30 days!
I hope one or two poems stuck with each of you. Thank you so much again for celebrating poetry month with me. Truth be told, I’ve already started collecting poems for next April and can’t wait to share them with you.
Until next April,
Ællen