National Poetry Month
The light comes brighter from the east; the caw Of restive crows is sharper on the ear A walker at the river's edge may hear A cannon crack announce an early thaw. The sun cuts deep into the heavy drift, Though still guarded snow is winter-sealed, At bridgeheads buckled ice begins to shift, The river overflows the level field. Once more the trees assume familiar shapes, As branches loose last vestiges of snow. The water stored in... Read Post
He'll work for no one.
"Such a man," the uncles
grumble. "Such a man."
"Six years!" he says,
unbuttoning a cuff
and rolling up his sleeve.
Six years bending over a machine,
pressing knee pants and jackets,
until his eyes go bad
and he can't raise his head
without lifting up this arm.
"Six years!" he'll say
and show the arm
as if it told the story.
Son of horse dealers
in... Read Post
What better way to celebrate National Poetry Month than with an exciting story told in verse? M. T. Anderson's The Serpent Came to Gloucester is just such a story. It's based on a true series of events that took place in Gloucester, Massachusetts - not 40 miles from Somerville - during the summers of 1817 and 1818. Hundreds of people reported seeing a sea serpent playing in the harbor and around the shores of Cape Ann, and the author references some of the many eyewitness accounts in a... Read Post
We shouldn't let National Poetry month go by without considering the limerick. You can find the Library's limerick books by clicking here. There are also lots of very funny ones to be found online at the Limerick Database. Not all of them are good, and not all of them are clean - you have been warned! - but here's an example of one that's both. (Bonus: it's not just a limerick, it's a template for would-be poets who are metrically challenged!)
There once... Read Post
The Old Man’s Complaints and How He Gained Them by Robert Southey (1774 - 1843)
"You are old, father William," the young man cried,
"The few locks which are left you are grey;
You are hale, father William, a hearty old man;
now tell me the reason, I pray."
"In the days of my youth," father William replied,
"I remember'd that youth would fly past,
And abus'd not my health and my vigour at first,
That I never might need... Read Post