Callooh Callay

Here’s a little more inspiration for poetry month. This is one of the first poems I remember my father reciting to me when I was a wee girl.

What is one of your earliest memories of poetry?

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  1. Posted April 6, 2012 at 12:00 am | Permalink

    When I was young, I would force my brother sisters to hear me read The Raven. I would demand that they repeat the line in chours, “Quote the Raven, Nevermore.” They still tease me about that to this day.

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