It’s been hard to choose just one poem to put in my pocket today. I love several poems by Luke Rickford. If I were as important as Ralph Waldo Emerson, I would love to give Rickford my endorsement as the next great American poet as Emerson did for Walt Whitman, until–John Marsh related Sunday–Whitman began to write about his robust sexuality. I will settle for pointing out a book in which some of Rickford’s early work appeared: Falling Hard: 100 Love Poems by Teenagers. Rickford does occasionally post poems online if you care to search. Teens who want to review, imitate, or otherwise respond to Falling Hard would be welcome to submit their work to the multi-media youth publication HappeningNow!Everywhere.
Here I wil instead share some of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s words as I think they are by now in the public domain. They not originally written as a poem, I hope they offer an inspiring thought: “We have a great deal more kindness than is ever spoken. The whole human family is bathed with an element of love like a fine ether. How many persons we meet in houses, whom we scarcely speak to, whom yet we honor and who honor us! How many we see in the street, or sit with in church, whom though silently, we warmly rejoice to be with! Read the language of these wandering eyebeams. The heart knoweth.” (Can be found in his essay on friendship through Googlebooks.)