National Poetry Month!

[anomilygrace]

It's National Poetry Month!  Which means that I once again try not to embarrass myself too badly by displaying the random and odd nature of my taste in poetry.

I'm going to do my absolute best not to repeat poems I used last year or that I've posted other times.  Which will be difficult and I'll probably fail miserably.

But for today:

I do believe
the most of me
floats under water.
And men see
above the wave,
a jagged, small
mountain of ice
and that is all.
Only the depths
of other peaks -
may know my substance
when it speaks
and steadfast
through the grinding jam
remain aware of what I am.
Myself I think
shall never know -
how far beneath the wave I go.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay