There’s more than a little superstition at work in the belief that as my morning goes, so goes the rest of my day. I know I’m not alone in having a set of rituals to try and impose some order, whether or not it actually takes: a two-mile walk with my dog, two cups of coffee, e-mail, headlines, the weather, and a poem. I don’t put much truck in horoscopes—I’m not even sure I believe the weather half the time—but I do like the idea of a randomly selected piece of poetry as a framing device for my day.
So I was pleased to find out, via the Hayden’s Ferry Review blog, about Poetry Daily. The daily poems are pulled from a wide-ranging catalog, with an appealing emphasis on lesser-known poets, translations, and small journals. Each poem is accompanied by information about the author and the source, and there are also sections for essays and poets’ recommendations. Equally important for a site I’ll be looking at before my full morning’s coffee allotment, it’s very easy on the eyes.
I don’t know what tomorrow’s poem will be, but for now take a look at today’s: Diane Glancy’s wild and beautiful (and appropriately-titled for a lot of us snowed-in folks) He Lived in a Time of Weather from the Kenyon Review, dedicated to “my great-grandfather, Woods Lewis, whose old language was stormed by the new.”