April is National Poetry Month, and today is “Poem in Your Pocket” day, so we offer these lines, written by librarian Jace Turner, to celebrate. “I thought I’d submit a poem that celebrates the visceral genius of American guitarist, John Fahey,” said Turner.

To the Yellow Princess in April’s Afternoon Light

John Fahey b. 1939, d. 2001

Takoma Park, Maryland your son is dead

your blue-eyed Irish boy John Fahey is dead

never again will his fingers pick the steel of his guitar

& carve their own lick from the ruined blues of his youth

the guru of avant-garde guitar

& his shadow Blind Joe Death have quit this place

to their death I dance

in my living-room filled with afternoon light

to John Fahey’s Yellow Princess whirling with fair hair April eyes

to her wild flowers rioting in the field I dance

to the crumbling red barn down the road

& sliding swallows building their nests of mud

to rolling clouds & a matinee show of rain

I’m dancing John Fahey

dancing to all that’s dead & green in you

to all that spring in you


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