National Poetry Month was started the same year I was born. But, arguably I am more popular out of the two.
Enough joking. Dad and I decided this year to do some poetry reading recordings. This is much like what we did last year.
We picked poets from different eras and recorded us reading poems by the poets. This time we stuck to poets we had not ever done this for before.
We also did a few YouTube videos. mostly I did, actually. We did plenty of extras in both playlists below.
This year’s sound playlist is a bit longer than last year. Maybe we just really felt we needed to read poetry this April. I can’t explain it.
I am really happy with this playlist and the YouTube videos. I hope you are too. If you are not, (and even if you are) explain to me what exactly you did for poetry month that was so exciting. I don’t know what else to say.
This was filmed a couple days ago. It was so lovely. I would like to do it again. Anyway, here is me doing readings of poems by Christina Rossetti, Eleanor Farjeon, Jacob Nibenegasabe, and Ogden Nash.
And below the first video is a hilarious blooper from one of the Ogden Nash poems.
Listen to Black Swallowtail by Mary Oliver read by Micah on SoundCloud
Listen to I Am The One by Mary Oliver read by Micah on SoundCloud.
This is the final week of poetry month. For the last week I recorded a poem by Kaveh Akbar. My father introduced me to his poetry this past year. His first book is titled Calling A Wolf A Wolf. Check it out!
A Boy Steps Into the Water by Kaveh Akbar
and of course he’s beautiful
goosebumps over his ribs
like tiny fists under a thin sheet the sheet
all mudwet and taste of walnut
and of course I’m afraid of him
of the way keeping him a secret will make him
inevitable I will do anything to avoid
getting carried away sleep nightly with coins
over my eyes set fire to an entire
zodiac mecca is a moth
chewing holes in a shirt I left
at a lover’s house a body loudly
consumes days and awaits the slow
fibrillation of its heart a lightning rod
sits in silence until finally the storm
now the boy is scooping up minnows
and swallowing them like a heron
I’m done trying to make sense
of any of this no one will believe anything
that comes out a mouth like mine
To celebrate National Haiku Day here is a poem made of entirely haiku. It was written by my father and me. Read about it in Green Rune Anthology if you so wish.
Some bridges refuse
to burn but are swept away
by weight of water.
Others succumb to
decay and time. Like people
charred by our anger.
A sturdy friendship
can overcome disaster.
It’s the rust that kills.
Walk by the river
and you ask yourself, wasn’t
there a bridge here once?
Finally, perhaps my favorite recording in awhile, I read a sonnet by a man who may be more well known for his plays than his poetry, William Shakespeare. I personally picked this one out from Shakespeare’s sonnets. I found it to be one of my favorites and you will too! I hope.
Sonnet Twenty Seven by William Shakespeare
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
Since it’s library week and poetry month, here are some pictures of found poems and blackout poems. They were done at the Ousterhout Free Library in Wilkes-Barre. The event was hosted by a couple editors Of Word Fountain, the literary magazine. Please check it out online at wordfountain.net.