Cammy Thomas
Welcome!
I'm very pleased to announce that my new book, Tremors, can be ordered now from Four Way Books.
Some recent and upcoming readings:
Sunday, June 13, 2021, 4 pm.
Symposium on gods in the Odyssey
Sponsored by Four Way Books in NYC
Video now available on my Poems and Links page.
Friday, October 1, 2021, 7 pm
Launch reading sponsored by Four Way Books and the Norwich Bookstore, on Zoom.
Please register here.
Monday, October 25, 2021, 7:15 pm.
Reading with Joan Houlihan
Boston-area book launch for Tremors
Blacksmith House Poetry Series on Zoom
Please register here.
Sunday, November 21, 2021, 3 pm
Reading with Christopher Jane Corkery
Concord Free Public Library on Zoom
Please register here.
Wednesday, December 1, 7 pm
Somerville Armory, on Zoom
Please contact me for Zoom access.
Sunday, December 12, 3 pm
New England Poetry Club, on Zoom
Details for joining the Zoom will be posted before the reading on the New England Poetry Club website, and on their Facebook page.
Thursday, December 16, 2021, 6-7 pm.
Reading and discussion with Julia Lisella, on our work's relation to the work of Emily Dickinson.
Phosphorescence Reading Series, on Zoom
Emily Dickinson Museum in Amherst
Please register here.
Sunday, March 13, 2022, 5 pm.
Two of my poems are the text of "Far Past War," a new choral work by my sister, composer Augusta Read Thomas. The work will be premiered by the Cathedral Choral Society. Washington National Cathedral
3101 Wisconsin Ave., NW, Washington DC
For more information:
Click here for Augusta's website.
Click here for the Choral Society's website.
Sunday, April 10, 2022, 2 pm
Reading with Monica McAlpine
Brookline Poetry Series sponsored by the Brookline Public Library
For access, send an email ahead of time to brooklinepoetry@minlib.net.
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Poem of the Month:
Nurse's Song, by William Blake
from Songs of Innocence, 1789
When voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still
Then come home my children the sun is gone down
And the dews of night arise
Come come leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies
No no let us play, for it is yet day
And we cannot go to sleep
Besides in the sky, the little birds fly
And the hills are all covered with sheep
Well well go & play till the light fades away
And then go home to bed
The little ones leaped & shouted & laugh'd
And all the hills echoèd
