April is National Poetry Month, which makes my heart happy (although I’m feeling so wide-open vulnerable this year that poetry is almost too much, if you know what I mean). Instead of posting a poem a day, as I’ve done in the past, I’m sharing links to poems on Twitter and G+. But poetry is bound to show up in this space this month, too. Like today, for instance.
A while ago I painted a quote from a favorite T. S. Eliot poem, and I decided to do that again with this quote that jumped out at me from Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry. I’m not sure where it will hang yet; the Eliot quote is currently hanging in my dining room. I don’t think poetry should be shut up in books, obviously. I think it needs to live with me, intimately. How about you? Where do your favorite quotes end up?
(Incidentally, Annie, who introduced me to this poem during a poetry discussion on Twitter one night, is having a give-away of five Cynthia Rylant books to celebrate Volume Twelve of Alphabet Glue. Go check it out.)