“So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.”
Pour yourself a warming tipple, pull down your favourite book of poetry from the shelf, and gather around the fire: it’s time to while away the long hours before the dawn!
This year we are finding hope, solace, and merriment in lines of poetry. You can nominate a poem to be read by one of our readers, or volunteer to read a poem you’ve chosen, by emailing Gabriel Schenk ([email protected]).
Feel free to share any poem, in any language, from anywhere in the world, that holds significance to you at this moment.
And if you are joining us from the southern hemisphere, come and share the light and warmth of the longest day with those of us experiencing the longest night!
Note: participants should be aware that if they read aloud during the event their voice will be included in the Youtube recording.
Image: Clara Miller Burd, “The Sun and Moon,” in Sylvanus Stall, With the Children on Sundays (Philadelphia: Uplift, 1911), p. 135.
