favourite poems

Sue Wheeler is collecting your favourite poetry in recognition of national poetry month
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October Fullness (Pablo Neruda)

Little by little, and also in great leaps,

Life happened to me,

and how significant this business is.

These veins carried my blood, which I scarcely ever saw.

I breathed the air of so many places

without keeping a sample of any.

In the end, everyone is aware of this:

nobody keeps any of what he has,

and life is a borrowing of bones.

Poetry 180

Poetry 180 is the idea that one poem should be shared, at school, for every 180 days of the school year.

Mud-luscious and Puddle-wonderful

I can't resist ee cummings.  For anyone unfamiliar with his streamy, playful prose, i encourage you to google this guy. He writes of love and nature, with refreshing wit and satire. his poems, like dickinson's, are titled by first line... so this one is called, in just-


Favourite Poems for National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month, in both Canada and the U.S., and for all I know in other countries.

I've started a Favourite Poems site on the Lasqueti website, where we can post poems we love, that have made us laugh or cry or think or see something freshly. This would NOT be for poems we have written ourselves (though someone could start such a page) but rather for poems we've run across by other people.

You can post your own favourite poem using your personal blog, simply by tagging a "blog entry" with the "Additional Subject" as favourite poems.  Complete, step-by-step instructions are available: http://lasqueti.ca/books/how-to/create-favourite-poem

I'll start with a poem for the season by A. R. Ammons, a wonderful, original voice in U.S. poetry who published many books of poems, usually combining observations from nature with personal philosophy, in an accessible, engaging way. He died a few years ago. If you like this poem, I recommend checking him out on Google, where you can find lots of his work. I think the Regional Library has one of his titles.

Enjoy! -- Sue



It was May before my
attention came
to spring and

my word I said
to the southern slopes

missed it, it
came and went before
I got right to see:

don't worry, said the mountain,
try the later northern slopes
or if

you can climb, climb
into spring: but
said the mountain

it's not that way
with all things, some
that go are gone

--A. R. Ammons, The Selected Poems, 1951-1977, W.W. Norton, 1977

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