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April is National Poetry Month, a fact that had escaped my attention until a visit I made a week ago to Rox Populi.

Roxanne is using her always excellent blog to celebrate poetry by posting some of it through-out the month, and how better to celebrate poetry than to read some of it.

Her selections have been exemplary, starting with a stunning selection from Carolyn Fouche 's "The Country Between Us", and continuing with Yeats' "Second Coming, witr Rox-selected internal links,(do click), and today, she has a wonderful post about Laurie Anderson as poet.

Inspired by Roxanne's example, as of today and through-out the rest of the month, Corrente will be joining the party.

"In Praise Of Ironing"

Poetry is pure white:
it emerges from the water covered with drops,
all wrinkled, in a heap.
It has to be spread out, the skin of this planet,
has to be ironed, the sea in its whiteness:
and the hands keep on moving,
smoothing the holy surfaces.
So are things accomplished.
Each day, hands re-create the world,
fire is married to steel,
and the canvas, the linens and the cottons return
from the skirmishing of the laundries;
and out of light is born a dove.
Out of the froth once more comes chastity.

Pablo Neruda, "A New Decade, Poems, 1958-1967