I may be the only one still blogging who has done this. (And it's weird, in a way, I am perhaps one of the "blogging elders" out there - oh, there are people still blogging who have blogged longer than I have, but a great many blogs came on the scene after I'd been at it for a while. And a lot of the blogs I used to read are long gone, and that makes me kind of sad).
But anyway. I still like picking and posting a poem, either one I particularly like or that feels like a touchstone of how things are right now. I may have picked this one in a previous year; I can't remember, but it's one I am thinking of now.
Not the happiest poem ever, but one that struck me on reading it first (way back in junior high or whenever) and one I find myself thinking of today
It's by Stevie Smith (full name: Florence Margaret Smith; I didn't even realize she was a woman until a few years ago)