It’s National Poetry Month, and today is Poem In Your Pocket day! OK, I’m not in New York, but still…I want to carry a poem!
I wanted to actually carry a poem from J. Patrick Lewis’ Scien-Trickery book of poem riddles, which I talked about here. There’s a gorgeous riddle poem about the ocean there, with its borders of gold…it reminded me of our fast-approaching trip overseas to Scotland. But I’ve returned it to the library, so no go on that one.
Instead, still on my Scotland tear, I chose this brief poem:
The Little White Rose
(To John Gawsworth)
The rose of all the world is not for me.
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet–and breaks the heart.
—by Hugh MacDiarmid