The first day of Spring officially occurs when we order the National Poetry Month poster, from the Academy of American Poets. NPM is a big deal, in these parts.
Every April, BREAD substitutes a poem-of-the-day for the word-of-the-day. Every April, our kids discover secret recesses. The tough girl declares love for the work of Christina Rossetti. An hitherto shy boy discovers that reading for an audience is a bit thrilling.
Who this year will assume the mantle of uber-reader Eliazer, who transformed Dean Young poems from cerebral surrealistic delights into resonant, uproarious performance pieces.
Little hurt bat,
I thought you were a teabag
dunked from your necropolis
into the buzzy forsythia.
Hurdy gurdy, says the world
feeling a wee cranky,
morphology pink as a popped quiz.
(Newlyweds, Dean Young)
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