Hullo All,
Tonight we're reading any poems involving winter and/or spring, so bring your favorites. (Oddly, Wikipedia has a lot more to say about winter than about spring.)
Also, consider getting with someone and working on a showdown for after spring break. In American Poetry class the other day, Nathan and I found the perfect poem for those intimidated by showdowns. It's "In a Station of the Metro" by Ezra Pound:
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Well, I hope to see you tonight.
- Joanna
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