Happy National Poetry Month! I started out this month in quite the poetry mindset, as I flew off on the evening of the first to go visit a graduate program for poetry. In a few short days, I will be reaching my decision—and this fall, I will begin my journey in an MFA program.
I really love poetry. When I was five years old, I wrote a poem about cheetahs. I still have it, and it is truly ridiculous, but I keep it as a reminder of how I found joy in poetry so early in life. There's a saying that goes around that says the only people who read poetry are other poets. This saddens me, but I suppose it's understandable. I remember my own education, where poetry was reserved for a particularly stuffy unit with lots of Shakespeare and Dickinson and Poe. Once in a while, we'd hear the names of others—Whitman and Hughes during Black History Month, Plath after The Bell Jar—but never really read their work. If you went off of what you learned in school, you might think poetry is old and boring or, at the very least, difficult to understand.
In an effort to inspire more poetry readers who may not be poets themselves, here are some of my favorite books that aren't ancient or brain-numbing! I'll try posting some individual poems I love, too. :)