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we live by the urgent wave of the verse
before you too enter
the third person, light
one candle
for the here,
will you.
the third person, light
one candle
for the here,
will you.
August 29, 2026 at 9:21 PM
before you too enter
the third person, light
one candle
for the here,
will you.
the third person, light
one candle
for the here,
will you.
Tomas Tranströmer
translated by Robin Robertson
Now my letter is with the censor. He lights his lamp.
In its glare my words leap like monkeys at a wire mesh,
clattering it, stopping to bare their teeth.
translated by Robin Robertson
Now my letter is with the censor. He lights his lamp.
In its glare my words leap like monkeys at a wire mesh,
clattering it, stopping to bare their teeth.
August 15, 2026 at 2:49 PM
Tomas Tranströmer
translated by Robin Robertson
Now my letter is with the censor. He lights his lamp.
In its glare my words leap like monkeys at a wire mesh,
clattering it, stopping to bare their teeth.
translated by Robin Robertson
Now my letter is with the censor. He lights his lamp.
In its glare my words leap like monkeys at a wire mesh,
clattering it, stopping to bare their teeth.
Sharon Olds
I want to say that love
is the meaning, but I think that love may be
the means, what we ask with.
I want to say that love
is the meaning, but I think that love may be
the means, what we ask with.
June 30, 2026 at 1:42 AM
Sharon Olds
I want to say that love
is the meaning, but I think that love may be
the means, what we ask with.
I want to say that love
is the meaning, but I think that love may be
the means, what we ask with.
The Rain, by Robert Creeley
[...]
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
[...]
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
June 27, 2026 at 6:31 AM
The Rain, by Robert Creeley
[...]
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
[...]
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
Ada Limón
One for what will
Cling and remind me—
We are the weeds.
One for what will
Cling and remind me—
We are the weeds.
June 21, 2026 at 3:00 AM
Ada Limón
One for what will
Cling and remind me—
We are the weeds.
One for what will
Cling and remind me—
We are the weeds.
Happy birthday Gwendolyn Brooks
Remember green's your color. You are Spring.
Remember green's your color. You are Spring.
June 7, 2026 at 8:23 PM
Happy birthday Gwendolyn Brooks
Remember green's your color. You are Spring.
Remember green's your color. You are Spring.
remember this
The Mower, by Philip Larkin
#poetry
"we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time."
#poetry
"we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time."
May 13, 2026 at 4:07 PM
remember this
William Carlos Williams
you far off there under
the wine-red selvage of the west!
you far off there under
the wine-red selvage of the west!
May 10, 2026 at 2:47 AM
William Carlos Williams
you far off there under
the wine-red selvage of the west!
you far off there under
the wine-red selvage of the west!
Jean Valentine
I'm, you know, still here,
tulip, resin, temporary—
I'm, you know, still here,
tulip, resin, temporary—
May 1, 2026 at 2:50 AM
Jean Valentine
I'm, you know, still here,
tulip, resin, temporary—
I'm, you know, still here,
tulip, resin, temporary—
Kay Ryan, The First of Never
March 12, 2026 at 9:56 PM
Kay Ryan, The First of Never
James Baldwin
It falls with great force
and the light
Blinds
me to the light.
It falls with great force
and the light
Blinds
me to the light.
February 26, 2026 at 6:26 AM
James Baldwin
It falls with great force
and the light
Blinds
me to the light.
It falls with great force
and the light
Blinds
me to the light.
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