Welcome to Poem of the Week, an annual feature on this blog that celebrates National Poetry Month. Every Sunday, in the month of April, start the week off with an uplifting poem and discovery why poetry still matters.
Although things may be returning to some normalcy, poetry can still provide us the comfort and solace we need during these trying times. Poetry is such an amazing and inspiration genre to take part in and National Poetry Month is great to discover its powerful impact. So let these words move you…you will not regret it.
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I have never seen "Volcanoes" — But, when Travellers tell How those old — phlegmatic mountains Usually so still — Bear within — appalling Ordnance, Fire, and smoke, and gun, Taking Villages for breakfast, And appalling Men — If the stillness is Volcanic In the human face When upon a pain Titanic Features keep their place — If at length the smouldering anguish Will not overcome — And the palpitating Vineyard In the dust, be thrown? If some loving Antiquary, On Resumption Morn, Will not cry with joy "Pompeii"! To the Hills return!
To discover more poems, please visit Poetry Foundation
You can get a copy of “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson” at the following places:
cup of tea with that book, please 