I know that, yesterday, I posted about a few things that are kind of freaking me out in the world at the moment.
Well, today in my inbox I got a poem sent by the nice folks at Knopf Doubleday, home of the Borzoi Reader.
It seems that we, as a nation, have a brand-spankin' new Poet Laureate, in the person of Philip Levine.
Now, I have to admit that I don't know much about Mr. Levine. Nor do I really follow current poetical trends or anything. But I do love - rather a lot, actually - the fact that our nation, in all its screwed-up-ed-ness, still has a Poet Laureate.
And, having read the one poem which the nice people from the Borzoi Reader sent out to my email, I've got to admit that I'm rather glad that - for this moment in time - it's Mr. Levine.
The poem can be found by clicking this link. (I'm not copying and pasting because I don't want to muck with copyright stuff.)
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Here's to mountains and oceans and valleys and all the little stuff that makes them so grand.
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