I have been preparing all week for the first meeting of the Cross Keys Poetry Society. We’re meeting at the Priestley-Forsyth Memorial Library where I have been working these last few months. It’s the former site of the Cross Keys Inn here in Northumberland, Pennsylvania. You can imagine that I’m both excited and nervous. They’ve asked me to do poetry for adults at the library. I’m thrilled, and I have no idea beyond a few people, who is coming. Thus I have puzzled over where to start, and what poems to read.
If you’re in the area we meet for the first time tonight, Tuesday July 15th, at 6:30 PM. I’d love to see you there. Otherwise, I hope to report back a successful and jaunty start to this new project later. For now, goodnight–I need some sleep!
I Sang
I SANG to you and the moon
But only the moon remembers.
I sang
O reckless free-hearted
free-throated rhythms,
Even the moon remembers them
And is kind to me.
–Carl Sandburg,
From the Chicago Poems, 1916
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