World Poetry Day
“This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.”- Toni Morrison. My introduction to poetry was in grade 4 at St. Jude’s Primary School located at Norwich Avenue off Waltham Park in Kingston. My teacher at the time was Miss Seivwright. As students we all had to recite Nature by H.D. Carberry at the end of lunchtime daily or else. Those who did not know the words would have an intimate encounter with the belt. Nature by Hugh Doston Carberry was drilled into our subconscious state of being. As students of 4B we had no choice but to know the words of what is an interesting account of our oral history. Back then we did not fully appreciate the power and impact that poetry has on the mind and one’s entire being. As I grew older so did my appreciation for poetry. Years later the joy of immersing one’s self in doing poetry becam