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At my age, birthday fuss sometimes makes me cringe.  Really great presents do not, which is why I want to share a few that I’ve received.


First, a friend found me these salt and pepper shakers



who have been welcomed into my growing elf family in spite of the fact that they are creepy and have no bodies.




Another friend who watched me struggle with an broken tape dispenser (broken doesn’t quite cover the condition), gave me this:




Poem-elfing will be a breeze with my new hand-band.  Reminds me of Wonder Woman cuffs.  In fact, with a cape and mask, Poem Elf could be a super-hero.  Saving the world, one poem at a time.


Finally, I just received a set of hand-made postcards in the mail today from my daughter.  I’ll only show a few.  She’s used poems from past Poem Elf posts and superimposed them on photographs of the poet.



I love how Frank Stanford is covered by all the blue yodels.




Neruda looks like Hitchcock and Rexroth like Barney Miller.  I love them!


She also made a postcard of an old picture of her parents



and put this on the back:



Thank you, thoughtful friends!

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Spotlight on another gift today, one that my mother gave me a few months ago, a gift that was unconnected to any celebration.  How wonderful is that! To my list of what kind of gifts are best, add the following:  a gift given for no reason other than the giver thought the recipient would really like it.  I saw this and thought of you. Or in the case of this gift, pictured above, I saw on your blog that you didn’t understand Emily Dickinson and the next day I happened to read a review of this book and I thought it might be helpful. My mother’s gift is all the more unexpected and sweet because she is not one for impulse or indulgent purchases.  Frugality is the instinct of her generation but also of her particular circumstance.  In raising eleven children with a constant worry that the family was headed to the poorhouse, she learned to do without.  Which is an understatement for someone who served powdered milk, sewed her own clothes, and wrapped presents in newspaper comics.

Thank you, Mom!  The book is a wonder.  It’s the perfect bathroom book and I say this not because the pages are like silk and in a pinch would feel not unpleasant on my bummy.  You can dip into the book at any point, read two or three pages, and flush with the accomplished feeling that you understand a new poem. Poetry scholar Helen Vendler takes 150 of Dickinson’s poems and not only explains them, she opens each one up, throws the doors wide open and amazes readers with how much is going on behind Dickinson’s plain style and compact verses. I’m in awe of Helen Vendler almost as much as Dickinson.  She’s a perfect guide.  How nice it would be to have Ms. Vendler take me by the hand through the halls of poetry, pointing out things I hadn’t noticed and explaining what I thought I couldn’t understand.

She’s an interesting gal, this Helen Vendler.  She majored in chemistry as an undergrad and got a Fulbright scholarship to study math, but here she is, one of our most esteemed literary critics.  You can read a wonderful interview with her here, where she weighs in on everything from the importance of memorizing poetry to how her study of science relates to her work with poetry.  I just love her big big brain and good sense.

She’s written a book on Shakespeare’s sonnets in a similar format to the Dickinson one.  As long as I’ve got presents on the brain, I might as well mention that if anyone related to me is thinking about Christmas presents, her Shakespeare book is at the top of my list.

all ready for Helen

I really could use a new book in the guest bathroom.

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