Ana Nita 3 p.m., Sept. 25
- Michael Reagan: "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary...."
Laura Buxton, cohost, Inside San Diego, KGTV
- My candle burns at both ends.
- It will not last the night
- But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends —
- It gives a lovely light!
Roger Hedgecock, talk-show host, KSDO
- Listen, my children, and you shall hear
- of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.
- hardly a soul is now alive
- who remembers that winter of '75
Michael Reagan, talk-show host, KSDO
- Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
- Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
- As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
- “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
- Only this and nothing more.”
Susan Golding, San Diego County Supervisor
- My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
- Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
- Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
- Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
- The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Bruce Henderson, San Diego City Councilman
- Many and many a year ago
- in a kingdom by the sea
- an angel there lived whom you know
- by the name of Annabel Lee
Jim Sills, chief of staff for Councilman Henderson
- Out of the night that covers me
- black as the pit from pole to pole
- I thank whatever Gods may be
- for my unconquerable soul.
Makeda Chestom, artistic director, World Beat Productions
- Little Sally Walker
- Sitting in her saucer
- Rise, Sally, Rise
- Wipe your weeping eyes
- Put your hands on your hips
- Let your backbone slip
- Shake it to the East
- Shake it to the West
- Shake it to the one that you love best
Robert C. Coates, judge, San Diego Municipal Court
- though dull were all we taste as bright,
- bitter all utterly things sweet,
- maggoty minus and dumb death
- all we inherit, all bequeath
- and nothing quite so least as truth
- —i say though hate were why men breathe—
- because my Father lived his soul
- love is the whole and more than all
Michael Davidson, professor of literature, UCSD
- When that Aprille with his shoures soote
- The droghte of March hat perced to the
Jose Sinatra (Bill Richardson), singer
- In a gadda da vida, honeh
- Don'cha you know that huh luv' you
- In a gadda da vida, honeh
- Don'cha know that I'll halllwunz buh troo-hoo
- Aw, wontcha you come with me-hee-hee-hee
- Anna take mah hand.
Jan Tonnessen, assistant manager, Wahrenbrock's Book House
- Elephants and Eskimos are the sort of
- inventions makes me sure
- that God has a couple three-four kids of his
Dennis Wills, owner, D.G. Wills Books
- I've read, alas, through philosophy, medicine, and jurisprudence too.
- and to my grief, theology, with ardent labor
- studied through.
- And here I stand with all my lore, poor fool, no wiser than before
Danah Fayman, arts advocate
- Whose woods these are I think I know
- his house is in the village, though;
- he will not see me stopping there
- to watch his woods fill up with snow
Brian Quinn, captain, San Diego Sockers
- I wandered lonely as a cloud
- That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
- When all at once I saw a crowd,
- A host, of golden daffodils;
- Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
- Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Vicky Wolk, managing director, Sushi Gallery
- Love potions solve no mysteries,
- provide no comment on the unspoken
George Mitrovich, President, City Club San Diego
- Someday, after mastering the winds,
- waves, the tides and gravity
- Man will harness for God
- All the energies of love,
- and then, for a second time in the history of the world,
- Man will have discovered — fire.
Tom Homann, attorney
- O fons Bandusiae splendidior vitro,
- dulci digne mero non sine floribus.
Warren O. Kessler, M.D., urologist, president, San Diego Symphony Association, and vice chairman, San Diego Commission for Arts and Culture
- It is an ancient Mariner
- and he stoppeth one of three.
- "By thy long grey bear and glittering eye
- now wherefore stopp'st thou me?"
Stanley Fried, manger, Java coffeehouse
- a politician
- is an arse on which everyone has sat
- except a man
Paul Dobson, restaurateur
- To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
- creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Kingsley McClaren, program host, KFSD
- There's lots of holes up in the sky
- that's how the rain gets in
- those holes are oh so tiny
- that's why the rain is thin
Bonnie Zimmerman, professor women's studies, SDSU
- I think that I shall never see
- a poem lovely as a tree.
Steve Kowit, poet
- O Westron wind when wist thou blow
- that the small rain down shall rain
- Christ that my love were in my arms
- and I in my bed again