Poem in your pocket day

Today is Poem in Your Pocket day - a NYC event. There have been many poems I've admired and thought about over the years. In fact, I still have a notebook a high school friend created with poems and lyrics she thought I would like. But there is one poem by e.e. cummings that has always stayed with me.

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From 95 Poems (1958)


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I am not sure if it is the sentiment - loneliness - or the very visual way it shows the leaf falling, but this is the one poem I would carry in my pocket.

California Uncovered: Stories For The 21st Century - Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni (Editor)

Yet another book club selection, this time it's the Sacramento Bee Book. A collection of short stories, excepts from novels, and a few poems sounded like a nice selection. I thought it would be something I could easily pick up and put down. Each story is about someone living in California - almost all told from the point of view of immigrants and from different time periods. I thought the idea was good, but I found that I missed the feel of short stories. Only one of the excerpts from a novel left me feeling satisfied. I found myself dreading the next story.

I did find a couple of quotes -
"At some point in your story grief presents itself.
Now, for the first time, your room is empty, not merely unoccupied."
- D.J. Waldie, from Holy Land

"There bodies don't work, their minds have wandered off to meet old friends and new horizons, and their own families treat them like they are idiots."
- Laila Halaby, The American Dream

"Money, though, is an illusion with green faces. I think this is so money has a personality - like the way our dieties end up with traits like the rest of us. People create money then they let money create them."
- Luis J. Rodriguez , "My Ride, My Revolution" from The Republic of East L.A.

If nothing else, I think I found a couple new authors. I am curious to read the rest of the story.