On April 17th copy a poem and put it in your pocket. Carry it around with you all day and read it to your friends, collegues, and family members.
Here is a poem I love and will carry with me.
THIS LIVING HAND
This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the isy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood,
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calm’d. See Here it is–
I hold it towards you.
John Keats
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