Christmas miracles do occur!
Or maybe Santa reads my blog...
Either way, I am now the delighted owner of Poem in Your Pocket, an awesome collection of poems to tear and share.
I began my tearing and sharing of poetry by leaving this poem:
Edna St. Vincent Millay
- Was it for this I uttered prayers,
- And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
- That now, domestic as a plate,
- I should retire at half-past eight?
On this shelf, in an undisclosed location.
I left a note on the back of the poem with an email address, requesting the favorite poem of whomever should find it. And hopefully, I will someday hear back.
This poetry tearing and sharing is quite thrilling.