April is Poetry Month

The Academy of American Poets features a new poem on its website every day during April.

Cherry Tomatoes
by Sandra Beasley
Little bastards of vine.
Little demons by the pint.
Red eggs that never hatch,
just collapse and rot. When
my mom told me to gather
their grubby bodies
into my skirt, I'd cry. You
and your father, she'd chide--

[read the rest at poets.org]

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Maura SmaleThe library department welcomes Assistant Professor Maura Smale. Maura comes to City Tech with an MA and PhD in anthropology from NYU, an MLIS from Pratt, and a BA from The University of Chicago. Her previous library experience includes work as an adjunct at Brooklyn College, where she was a reference and instruction librarian.
Besides teaching experience (anthropology, NYU), Maura was Project Manager/Online Editor for American Express Publishing (Food and Wine, Travel and Leisure, etc.) and Production Supervisor for Disney Online. Before that she engaged in archaeological fieldwork. She has a number of publications in print or in press–in archaeology and library resource management.
At City Tech, as Information Literacy Librarian and Coordinator of Library Instruction, Maura will lead library efforts to expand and enhance the work we do in these areas.

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April is Poetry Month

The Enkindled Spring by D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930)


Spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.
find more online verse at bartelby.com