Welcome to National Poetry Month 2011

April is National Poetry month. I bring you an excerpt from John Keats' Endymion that, I think, says something about poetry:

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

 That's one of the reasons why poetry endures, though it's not just for its beauty, typically, that a poem endures. Sometimes that's enough, but often it's something deeper that poetry offers--though that, too, is a sort of beauty, is it not?

What do you think of poetry? What are some poems that you find to be "a joy for ever"?