National Poetry Month



Lewis Carrol, Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is prose = words in their best order; poetry = the best words in the best order.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
[Poetry] lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales
A knyght ther was, and that a worthy man,
That fro the tyme that he first bigan
To riden out, he loved chivalrie,
Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.


April is National Poetry Month