National Poetry Month: April 9th

Paired Things by Kay Ryan

Who, who had seen only wings,
could extrapolate the
skinny sticks of things
birds use for land,
the backward way they bend,
the silly way they stand?
And who, only studying
birdtracks in the sand,
could think those little forks
had decamped on the wind?
So many paired things seem odd.
Who ever would have dreamed
the broad winged raven of despair
would quit the air and go
bandylegged upon the ground,
a common crow?

This poem was selected by Jeff B. (Reader’s Services)

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National Poetry Month: April 4th

A Plain Ordinary Steel Needle Can Float on Pure Water by Kay Ryan

Who hasn’t seen
a plain ordinary
steel needle float serene
on water as if lying on a pillow?
The water cuddles up like Jell-O.
It’s a treat to see water
so rubbery, a needle
so peaceful, the point encased
in the tenderest dimple.
It seems so simple
when things or people
have modified each other’s qualities
somewhat;
we almost forget the oddity
of that.

This poem was selected by Rick K. (Children’s Librarian)

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