(poetry diary 82) what helped calm me down enough to sleep when i woke to the news at around 2:00 a.m. was, half-asleep, thinking of Ginsberg’s “Howl,” though–trying to remember the lines and imagining myself a tiny speck among the written words.  i can’t analyze yet why that poem was so helpful to me right then, though– am still trying to process. here’s another:

It Is Raining on the House of Anne Frank

Linda Pastan

It is raining on the house
of Anne Frank
and on the tourists
herded together under the shadow
of their umbrellas,

Read rest of poem at The Writer’s Almanac