Welp, it is Toosdai and so it is the day for some srs mischiefery with a mashery of Ogden Nashery (illustrated)! Let’s see what today is and if we have Ogden’s words to cover it… we do for our second holiday! For the first, we chose another new (to me) poet! But this post is an Open Thread, so please feel free to discuss and to post your favorite illustrated pomes in the Comments also too!
Today is National Maple Syrup Day
[We have done Ogden’s poem on maple sugar before, so will switch to Donald Hall! Also published in the New Yorker. This pome was originally 100 lines long; he cut 94 lines!]
exile
by Donald Hall
[Donald Hall was husband of poet Jane Kenyon, also wrote and won many awards in his own right]
A boy who played and talked and read with me
Fell from a maple tree.
I loved her, but I told her I did not,
And wept, and then forgot.
I walked the streets where I was born and grew,
And all the streets were new.
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