Beginning a new poetry book is exciting. I've finally finished Millay's mammoth collection and can now turn my attention to several smaller books that have been tempting me from their dusty positions on my unused desk. Yesterday, I began A Thousand Mornings by Mary Oliver, and today, I finished it. It's a pretty short book, and seemed to speak directly to my current inner turmoil, something I won't go into in depth about here, but if you're human and you're grappling with questions about life and what it is, you may very much enjoy this book. It's bittersweet because it sheds light on the inherent suffering of life, but it is also beautiful in its simplicity and sheer good writing.
Now I'm moving on to Lucifer at the Starlite, by Kim Addonizio. The very first poem, called "Sign Your Name" is depressing and demanding, and in essence, challenges you to take control of your life, to make it beautifully yours. The second poem, "November 11," begins "O everyone's dead and the rain today is marvelous!" Possibly my favorite line of poetry ever. (At least until I see another great line and think oh! that is the best line ever!) After this book, I have the large-ish-looking What Love Comes To by Ruth Stone to look forward to. Throw in some anthologies that have been waving their arms at me for a year or so, and this spring and summer are looking up up up!
It's spring (in theory), and so, it's a time for new things. Hello sun! Hello poetry! I'm so so ready.
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