It's Poem in Your Pocket Day!

Sure is.

And if you don't have a poem handy (how this is possible, I don't know), you can visit The Academy of American Poets for some suggestions.

Here now is a poem to get your day started off right. From James Wright, the final poem in his Collected Poems:

Northern Pike

All right. Try this,

Then. Every body

I know and care for,

And every body

Else is going

To die in a loneliness

I can't imagine and a pain

I don't know. We had

To go on living. We

Untangled the net, we slit

The body of this fish

Open from the hinge of the tail

To a place beneath the chin

I wish I could sing of.

I would just as soon we let

The living go on living.

An old poet whom we believe in

Said the same thing, and so

We paused among the dark cattails and prayed

For the muskrats,

For the ripples below their tails,

For the little movements that we knew the crawdads

were making under water,

For the right-hand wrist of my cousin, who is a policeman.

We prayed for the game warden's blindness.

We prayed for the road home.

We ate the fish.

There must be something very beautiful in my body,

I am so happy.