By Emily Dickinson, a poem of love and weather—or weathering love? Either way I love this poem—always it makes me think of my wife (and fellow English major).

Travel, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Our lives are too busy, distracted and dissatisfying. Art can jolt us back to the moment, to the simple joy of living. Poetry especially awakens my “mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us.” Here I share with the universe those poems that for me best peel away “the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude,” pointing a way back to the life more abundant.