My dog and I did not actually walk yesterday, but were carried on the blusters of wind down the block and back. This morning’s walk covered us in wet drops of snow. Now as I write this, it’s just rain, but it continues to plop heavily trying it’s hardest to conjure those Monday Blues. I, however, will not give in! I am armed with my arsenal of poems to fight the spell.
So today, I welcome the feverish Billy Collin’s poem about the joy of spring to our party, Today. It has just the type of energy a party needs when it feels like it is starting to drag. It bursts with this feeling to just let go and let be, luring us all to get intoxicated with that spring-time feeling of possibility.
“If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb”
I recommend you read how it continues here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/30034
We have all felt that spring fever feeling at least once (every year for me) that Collin’s captures so perfectly and accessibly here.
I usually start teaching my poetry classes with poems from Collins because he creates such a comfortable atmosphere of understanding. This should not discredit the power of his poetry. In my view, it just makes it more hunky. Unlike the overstaying guest of winter, mentioned above, Collin’s poems are the guest at any party that you gravitate to. They make you feel accepted and understood. They ask you questions about yourself, they ask if you need anything, and some go as far, like Today, to give you the sweetest kiss farewell. A kiss that leaves you thinking and wanting more.
“well, today is just that kind of day.”
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