So I had this idea that I’d post a poem a day for the month, but then I got on a Queen kick on Tuesday (well, the lyrics rhyme, so maybe that counts, after all!) and Wednesday I wanted to write about Zoraida, and here it is, the wee small hours of Thursday morning, and I haven’t shared a single poem.
Ok, here’s one I love sharing. When my sister was in first or second grade, she brought home a book of poetry for kids. And mostly it was full of some predictably fluffy stuff … but then there was this poem that we were all shocked by and which I fell in love with. I have since learned that it’s and A.E. Housman poem in honor (honor? really?) of the Salvation Army.
I memorized it and, if we you were in the room with me right now, I’d stand and clasp my hands in front of my diaphragm von Trapp-style and recite it for you all proper-like. You’ll just have to imagine the presentation. And, too, you might have to imagine that I’ve mis-remembered it here or there — it’s at least 30 years (eek!) since I learned it. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, “Hallelujah!”
Hallelujah was the only exclamation that escaped Lieutenant-Colonel Mary-Jane when she tumbled off the platform in the station and was cut in little pieces by the train. Mary-Jane the train is through ya, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! We shall gather up the fragments that remain.
(Of course, if you want a different type of poetry fix, the Academy of American Poets is posting and emailing poems every day …)