For Saturday - Poem a Day

For Christmas, my mom bought both of us a book we could read simultaenously, transtlatically: Poem a Day. I thought it was a brilliant idea; she thought it was kinda cheesy. As New Year's things go, I did alright for the first few weeks of January, but found my bookmark somewhere around January 21st last night when I opened it up again. As a I read from January 21st onwards, these are the things I learned:

• not all poetry before 1900 is terrible
• Keats was pretty cool
• Robert Burns kicked ass
  
• and part of me really wants 'My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose' read at my wedding.