T. S. Eliot says that “April is the cruelest month….” Perhaps that’s why the powers that be designated April as National Poetry Month. Poetry can, indeed, be cruel when you’re in high school trying to make sense of it. Or in college. Or in life. But sometimes it is enough to just savor the words, the sounds, the feelings of a poem. Even if you don’t have a clue what it means. So, in honor of National Poetry Month, I’ll be posting some of my favorites–the ones I can make sense of and the ones that are quite beyond me. Enjoy!