Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

“My Lady Is Compared to a Young Tree” by Vachel Lindsay

April is National Poetry month. I share a poem written by an American poet, Nicholas Vachel Lindsay My Lady Is Compared to a Young Tree – by Vachel Lindsay When I see a young tree In its white beginning, With … Continue reading

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To say I’m horrified and “rocked off my moorings” by the violence at the Boston Marathon this afternoon is an understatement. I’m stuck on Why?  When I think of the victims I weep …  no more words… When I walked along … Continue reading

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Can you be invisible at the Museum?

I’m once again so backlogged with numerous museum stories, that I could easily fill a month of posts. I could, but I won’t. I know how hard it is to keep on top of all the reading that’s required of … Continue reading

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The Poem in My Pocket

April 25th is national Poem in Your Pocket Day. The idea is to carry a poem in your back pocket to share with your family, friends, co-workers, the strangers on the subway or in the park. The poem in my … Continue reading

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Poetry: “Faithful to the End – Variation on a theme” by Kay Divant

I met Kay Divant when she visited our Poetry Salon in February. FAITHFUL TO THE END – VARIATION ON A THEME by Kay Divant …..   and doesn’t it put one awfully in mind of that well off but very … Continue reading

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Poetry: “In Yagodnoe Camp” by Mark Sealey

We have a biennale exhibition at the Museum where the art on view has been created by us, the employees, docents and volunteers who work at the Museum. It’s known as the “Underground” because the oils, acrylics, prints, photographs, collages are hung … Continue reading

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April is National Poetry Month: “Ghosts” by Anne Sexton

I know you won’t be surprised that I begin National Poetry Month with a poem about ghosts. Ghosts – by Anne Sexton Some ghosts are women, neither abstract nor pale, their breasts as limp as killed fish. Not witches, but … Continue reading

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