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April 11th is apparently "Poem in Your Pocket Day", which is a rather silly and awkward name, even as I adore the sentiment, mainly as it's inkeeping with my own talismanic behavior.

So what poem will you carry? Because I'm quite sure it's going to be more interesting than anything on the official site.

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[shakespearessis.livejournal.com]

mijra's Untitled: I Trace The Fissures Of His Brain, which is beautiful if sadly not online anymore.

[britgeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

or, if I can't fold that up small enough to fit in my pocket, it'll be as freedom is a breakfastfood

[delchi.livejournal.com]

The Chariot.

I don't know if you remember this one, A.G. Wrote it at Yaffa I believe. It's been hanging in my offices since. Needless to say, it's made a splash in the current one.

[sykii.livejournal.com]

Haven't quite decided yet, but probably the Leonard Cohen poem that includes the line "the truth is tiny compared/to the things you have to do".
Or Dylan Thomas if I'm feeling perversely pastoral for any reason.

[labellerose.livejournal.com]

Music, by Wilfred Owen. I have a Thing for the doomed youth of the Great War. I've been told that I had a past life during that era- be that as it may, I have a definite affinity for it. Next the poem is a fine gold necklace, worn on a day I spent with someone I loved who read Owen to me.