By MARSHA MERCER
After Black History Month in February and Women’s
History Month in March, April brings us National Poetry Month.
One could argue that Black and women’s history, as
well as poetry, should be observed all year long, not just for one month, but clustering
events over about 30 days does help draw attention to subjects we might
otherwise forget.
I figured National Poetry Month was celebrated in
April because it was Shakespeare’s birth month or because of T.S. Eliot’s opening
line in The Wasteland, “April is the cruellest month . . .”
They probably didn’t hurt, but the Academy of American
Poets says Black and women’s history months were the inspiration for National
Poetry Month in 1996 to remind people “that poets have an integral role to play
in our culture and that poetry matters.”
The academy, despite its governmental-sounding name,
is a charitable, membership organization. Marie Bullock was just 23 when she started
the academy in her New York apartment in 1934 after studying in France, where
she was impressed with the prominent role poets play in French culture.
We’re always hearing that poetry may be dead, but
miraculously it survives.
A 2017 survey by the National Endowment for the Arts,
the most recent survey, found 12% of adults had read poetry in the previous
year. That sounds paltry but was hailed as encouraging news as it meant 28
million adults actually read a poem, and 12% was the highest share of the
population to read poetry in 15 years.
Poetry got a boost from President Joe Biden’s
inauguration. When Amanda Gorman, a 23-year-old black woman, read her stunning
poem, “The Hill We Climb,” at the inauguration – was that only last year? – she
became a cultural icon, proving that poetry is alive, vibrant and, yes, cool.
A collection of her poems, “Call Us What We Carry,”
was published last December and became a New York Times bestseller.
National Poetry Month has become “the largest literary
celebration in the world,” says the academy, which offers resources for
celebrating poetry at home or in the classroom on www.poets.org.
These include 30 activities, such as writing a poem,
checking out an e-book of poetry from your local library, buying a book of
poetry at your local bookstore, and signing up for a Poem-a-Day.
If you’re wondering why bother or what poetry can do
for you, Joy Harjo, the Poet Laureate of the United States, has an answer:
“Poetry can make someone fall in love with you. Poetry
can make you fall in love with yourself,” Harjo says in the trailer for her online
MasterClass on poetic thinking. If that doesn’t
make people want to read and write poetry, what will?
Harjo, the first Native American Poet Laureate in U.S.
history, will wrap up her third and final year in the post this month with
several events to be livestreamed on the Library of Congress’ YouTube channel
and Facebook page.
For her signature project, she created “LivingNations, Living Words,” an online presentation and interactive map, to
introduce the work of 47 Native Nations poets.
If ever we needed poetry, now is the time. With so
much horrible news bombarding us, poetry can be a solace on the page, online or
on social media.
People turn to poetry to help make sense of the
pandemic, isolation, war and other stresses.
A hopeful prose poem Kitty O’Meara, a retired teacher
and chaplain, wrote during the first pandemic lockdown in March 2020 and posted
for a small group of her Facebook friends went viral. It begins:
And the people stayed home.
And read books and listened, and rested
and exercised,
And made art and played games,
And learned new ways of being and were
still.
And listened more deeply.
While some grumpy readers complained O’Meara’s poem
reflects a privileged, fantasy view of the earliest lockdown, it rang true with
many others. It was turned into a picture book and an operatic solo which Renee
Fleming sang and was published in an anthology of pandemic poems.
We can all be grateful for poets as we celebrate poetry this month – and every month.
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