Read some poems in your bed, think up some poems in your head. Recite some poems at your work, write some poems about big jerks. Memorize some poems in the shower, remember poems at any hour.
Want to celebrate? Start here.
And a poem to read to warm you up...
Once in the 40's
by William Stafford
We were alone one night on a long
road in Montana. This was in winter, a big
night, far to the stars. We had hitched,
my wife and I, and left our ride at
a crossing to go on. Tired and cold--but
brave--we trudged along. This, we said,
was our life, watched over, allowed to go
where we wanted. We said we'd come back some time
when we got rich. We'd leave the others and find
a night like this, whatever we had to give,
and no matter how far, to be so happy again.
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