Published by admin on Thu, 05/02/2024 - 11:48am
I was just kidding about it being the last poem of National Poetry Month because, somehow, I forgot to write to you about one of my all-timers. (I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that I have a great many all-timers, so I can happily do this every week like clockwork.) I want to close April and open May with a poem that has meant so much to me for so many years now: W.H. Auden’s “September 1, 1939.”