It would have been too easy to choose the first stanza of T.S. Eliot’s “The Wasteland” for this month’s verse: “April is the cruellest month…” Instead, I give to you a few lines of a poem by Edward Hirsch…

This idea just popped into my head, and I’m going with it. Once a month, I’m going to post a stanza from a poem–just one stanza, though, because I don’t want to run afoul of copyright law if the poem is a recent one. Okay, if the stanzas are really short, I might include two. And if they’re really long, maybe I’ll select just a part of one.
For the inaugural stanza, I’ve chosen a poem by Billy Collins…