|Mary Oliver and her dog Percy|
Photo source: The Boston Globe
April is National Poetry Month and I would be remiss in not mentioning it and posting at least one poem. I opened a Mary Oliver book of poetry at random and will share this one with you -- and it just happens to be about books!
Percy and Books
Percy does not like it when I read a book.
He puts his face over the top of it and moans.
He rolls his eyes, sometimes he sneezes.
The sun is up, he says, and the wind is down.
The tide is out and the neighbor's dogs are playing.
But Percy, I say. Ideas! The elegance of language!
The insights, the funniness, the beautiful stories
that rise and fall and turn into strength, or courage.
Books? says Percy. I ate one once, and it was enough.
From Red Bird (2008)