What is all this juice and all this joy?—Gerard Manley Hopkins
O to have my life henceforth a poem of new joys!
To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, leap, roll on, float on
—Walt Whitman
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Poets Noticing the Overlooked, Succumbing to the Despised, Forsaken, and Frankly Hated
Yep, it’s everything you hate—well not YOU, of course, poetry listener, but—well, yes, you, at least me, or sometimes me: the things we sweep and kill, poison and trap, tred and stomp, dismiss, roast, don’t think twice about, or even once, use and throw away for scrap . . .
Emily Dickinson serves as earthling hostess for the season and our show today on March 1, for, as she says, “We like March. His shoes are purple.†Continue reading
