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Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day

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Yes, according to the Academy of American Poets, it is "Poem in Your Pocket Day." You are encouraged to...

Select a poem, carry it with you, and share it with others throughout the day. You can also share your poem selection on Twitter by using the hashtag #pocketpoem.

Poems from pockets will be unfolded throughout the day with events in parks, libraries, schools, workplaces, and bookstores.


I was a creative writing major in college, but I took the bare minimum when it came to my poetry credits because I have absolutely no aptitude for it at all. But that lack of aptitude gives me a deepened reverence for poetry; it seems so impossible a feat, yet there are those who nevertheless make it appear effortless. The only other group who can inspire me in that way is the dance community (And, really, they're just doing with their bodies what poets do with words.)

So I join the Academy of American Poets in celebrating this high-brow holiday, and I know that you nerds are eager to do the same. Please share some of your favorite poems (I know to say "favorite" is too definitive and probably impossible for a lot of us) in the comments!


This one seems a fitting favorite for today...

By: Billy Collins

Each one is a gift, no doubt,
mysteriously placed in your waking hand
or set upon your forehead
moments before you open your eyes.

Today begins cold and bright,
the ground heavy with snow
and the thick masonry of ice,
the sun glinting off the turrets of clouds.

Through the calm eye of the window
everything is in its place
but so precariously
this day might be resting somehow

on the one before it,
all the days of the past stacked high
like the impossible tower of dishes
entertainers used to build on stage.

No wonder you find yourself
perched on the top of a tall ladder
hoping to add one more.
Just another Wednesday,

you whisper,
then holding your breath,
place this cup on yesterday's saucer
without the slightest clink.

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