The poem is called tinsel frankincense, and for FIR. It's a Christmas poem about my mother who could only afford to buy the cheapest of anything. Longfellow has this poem, he lost both of his wives, you know, one in childbirth and one in this horrific fire. And one is talking about public holidays, but there's also the secret holidays of the heart that no one but us knows about.
When he was a child, poet Dana Gioia's mother would come home from a long day of work and recite poems while she cleaned. It was a way, he realized later, for her to express the feelings she didn't want to describe directly, and to vent her sorrows without burdening her son. This, he believes, is what makes poetry so compelling: It's the secret language of emotions, a bit of magic that gets us through the day. Listen as Gioia speaks with EconTalk's Russ Roberts about poems, mortality, and loved ones who died too young. Gioia also explains the fundamental role of allusions in poems, and how--if they’re really good--they have the power to summon the dead.