A friend of mine is at Harvard on a Nieman Fellowship and just texted this morning that he is on a field trip, en route to New Hampshire to visit with the great poet, Donald Hall. And all he can think about “is reading poetry.” I like being reminded mid-morning that we don’t read enough poetry and so here is a poem for the day, by Jane Kenyon, on that elusive thing called happiness.
On a side note, I vote for more field trips (for students all ages) to visit poets or to just find a moment during the day to read poetry. If you had a day to read poetry, what would you choose?
“New Hampshire in autumn, at the edge of Don Hall’s farm” via Instagram photo by Brett Anderson