Going to the National Council of Teachers of English Annual Convention in Minneapolis
this month? If so, make sure you stop by the Poetry Out Loud booth in the Exhibit Hall. We will be in booth 443 handing out free POL swag and answering any and all questions about the program. Also, please feel free to stop by and tell us how we're doing; we are always eager to hear your suggestions!
Don't forget to use #NCTE15 on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook to keep up to date on the convention.
Poetry Out Loud Booth 443
Minneapolis Minnesota Convention Center
Friday, November 20, 12-6 pm
Saturday, November 21, 9 am-5 pm
Sunday, November 22, 9 am-1 pm
Hope to see you in Minneapolis!!
All Hallows' Eve by Dorothea Tanning "Hear bones crack and pulverize. / Doom creeps in on rubber treads."
Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight by Vachel Lindsay "A mourning figure walks, and will not rest"
Channel Firing by Thomas Hardy "And many a skeleton shook his head."
The Light the Dead See by Frank Stanford "They are called the dead who lived through their deaths,"
Eerie and Surreal
Abandoned Farmhouse by Ted Kooser "Something went wrong, says the empty house"
All This and More by Mary Karr "with claws curled / and lacquered black"
The Coming of the Plague by Weldon Kees "Huddled together, silent, ominous,"
Full Moon by Elinor Wylie "I could not suck the moonlight in."
The Hill by Joshua Mehigan "they wait and will be waiting."
In the Desert by Stephen Crane "I saw a creature, naked, bestial,"
Inside Out by Diane Wakoski "I walk the purple carpet into your eye"
The Listeners by Walter de La Mare " Their stillness answering his cry,"
Lunar Baedeker by Mina Loy "Delirious Avenues / lit /with the chandelier souls"
Creepy Crawlies and Creatures of the Night
A Barred Owl by Richard Wilbur "Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,"
Cold Blooded Creatures by Elinor Wylie "Swim staring at a night-mare doom."
Insect by Annie Finch "antenna-honest, / thread-descending,"
A narrow fellow in the grass by Emily Dickinson "His notice sudden is, / The grass divides as with a comb,"
A Noiseless Patient Spider by Walt Whitman "It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,"
The Owl by Edward Thomas "An owl’s cry, a most melancholy cry"
Taratulas in the Lifebuoy by Thomas Lux "these otherwise / bright and scary / arachnids."
Under the Vulture-Tree by David Bottoms "every limb of the dead oak feathered black,"
Very Large Moth by Craig Arnold "knows only to startle / and cower away from the slap of its wings"