I love obscure holidays. It makes me sound smart when I say things like, “Happy Hug a Mushroom Day!” “Oh, you didn’t know… well, I suppose not everyone knows these things…” Meaningful pause while the other person scrambles around wondering if everyone knew but him/ her.
Tomorrow, April 26, is National Poem in Your Pocket Day. I’m telling you today so that you still have time to prepare, if you so choose. Poets.org has a list of printable poems that will fit in your pocket. Since I can’t share the one with you that’s in my pocket, I’ll share it here:
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing dear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
– Emily Bronte
Get your own pocket poem here.