A few Staff selections for Poetry Month


Ladles and Jellyspoons,
I come before you, to stand behind you,
To tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
There will be a mothers’ meeting for fathers only.
Admission is free, pay at the door,
Pull up a seat and sit on the floor.
We will be discussing the four corners of the round table.
Author: Unknown



“Barking” by Jim Harrison
The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain.
“Lastness” By Galway Kinnell

A black bear sits alone
in the twilight, nodding from side
to side, turning slowly around and around
on himself, scuffing the four-footed
circle into the earth. He sniffs the sweat
in the breeze, he understands
a creature, a death-creature,
watches from the fringe of the trees,
finally he understands
I am no longer here, he himself
from the fringe of the trees watches
a black bear
get up, eat a few flowers, trudge away,
all his fur glistening
in the rain.

And what glistening! Sancho Fergus,
my boychild, had such great shoulders,
when he was born his head
came out, the rest of him stuck. And he opened
his eyes: his head out there all alone
in the room, he squinted with pained,
barely unglued eyes at the ninth-month’s
blood splashing beneath him
on the floor. And almost
smiled, I thought, almost forgave it all in advance.

When he came wholly forth
I took him up in my hands and bent
over and smelled
the black, glistening fur
of his head, as empty space
must have bent
over the newborn planet
and smelled the grasslands and the ferns.

April is Poetry Month

April is Ppoetryoetry Month! Along with a series of events to celebrate and indulge in the genre, the Library will place baskets of poems around town to inspire a serendipitous poetic experience. Check out our poetry display or check out one of staff favorites below.



“Any poem, or all of the poems from “When We Were Very Young” by A. A. Milne – my all time absolute favorite!” ~Candy Emlen

“Pablo Neruda has been my favorite poet since I lived in Chile in the early 1990’s. His poems are gorgeous be they about love, the ocean or politics and to be able to read them in his native Spanish is even better!” ~Lisa Murray

The Death of the Hat A brief History of Poetry in 50 Objects is the anthology selected by Paul Janeczko and illustrated by Chris Raschka that we have given to all the 5th and6th graders at Pemetic. My all time favorite poem is included in the book. Things by Eloise Greenfield.
My favorite  poetry picture book is Red Sings From Treetops by Joyce Sidman illustrated by Pamela Zagarenski. It’s a terrific and unusual celebration of color and seasons. ~Susan Plimpton