April 9, 2008

In celebration of poetry

Did you all know that April is National Poetry Month? I stumbled upon this fun piece of information at work today and thought it would be fun to join in the spirit of celebrating poems and the poets who pen them. However, aside from the poems my sister makes me write her every year on her birthday, I’m not much of a poet. So, I decided to post a video of one of my very favorite poets in the whole world, Kim Sasser.

I had the honor of hanging out with Kim for a short time in my life, and it didn’t take me long to realize she had an amazing way with words, as well as an amazing view of life. Her poems and spoken word changed the way I thought about poetry, and I will always count her as one of the most inspiring people I have ever known.

If you like the video, you can also listen to another one of her poems called “Lemonade” on her band’s website.



Who are your favorite poets? I’d love to hear about them! Feel free to post your favorite poems as comments!

3 comments:

ms. cugno to some said...

Thanks for the comment, I enjoy your blog/found you through Kale already too!
I just spent a sort of ridiculous amount of time flipping through a book of Langston Hughes' poems trying to decide on one to post here; he's one of my favorites. This one seems appropriate, what with spring in the air in most places:

In Time of Silver Rain

In time of silver rain
The earth
Puts forth new life again,
Green grasses grow
And flowers lift their heads,
And over all the plain
The wonder spreads
Of life,
Of life,
Of life!
In time of silver rain
The butterflies
Lift silken wings
To catch a rainbow cry,
And trees put forth
New leaves to sing
In joy beneath the sky
As down the roadway
Passing boys and girls
Go singing, too,
In time of silver rain
When spring
And life
Are new.

breakfast in canada said...

speaking of Langston Hughes, one of his most well known but one of my favorites--succinct but immense:

Dream Deferred
-Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

(I have one that'll make you redefine what it is to be a woman--coming soon).

Kim Anderson Sasser said...

Hi! I love your blog and was touched by your kind words. Thank-you!