(reposting because I just rediscovered it and I think I like it)
Where professors are hidden in a trajectory of might and appendages of zeal
"I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more."
#TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry
“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1920 Vanity Fair) https://tinyurl.com/amv8bmmk
(h/t @GeePawHill)
We stand at the casement window of Pushkin’s Lycée.
These are the desks where Pushkin wrote, his chalkboards, his astrolabe.
Snow falls from here into the past and vanishes on golden minarets.
Snow recedes from the birches. A lesson writes itself in winter chalk:
On the day Michelangelo died in Rome, Galileo was born in Pisa.
Isaac Newton was born the year Galileo died. When they searched for
the poet Kabir, they found nothing beneath his shroud but a sprig of jasmine.
Man is like the statue whispering about the marble chiseled from his mouth.
You are the guardian of this statue, standing in your silent world.
The year Isaac Newton died, there was a barn fire during a puppet show.
Kabir says all corpses go to the same place, and the world has fallen
in love with a dream. This life is not the same as your other life.
We are here now in one of the shrines of the silver poets.
You are one of the silver. The snow is a white peacock in a Russian poem.
-- 'For Ilya at Tsarskoye Selo' by Carolyn Forché from 'In the Lateness of the World'
#VerseThursday #TodaysPoem #poetry @bookstodon
(Art credit: Jessie Arms Botke)
lightening dogs barking the tender tainted rain
https://subspacewagon.systems/lightening-dogs-barking-the-tender-tainted-rain/
"As a birch, I - thick-trunked, peeling,
embarrassingly white - am engaged
to offset the orange shock of the Sun,
in sky so pale we can peek through
eons & see when all birches get cut
to white stumps. What's cut, remains."
#TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry
Cut Piece by Sadie McCarney (2024 Opaat Press / @annickmacaskill) https://tinyurl.com/ykazask2
"Sometimes I remember,
I am one of everybody."
From "Everybody" by Marie Sheppard Williams
https://www.americanlifeinpoetry.org/columns/detail/243 (which is also a poem about the encounters we have at transit stops)
"Cities in their latest possible nighttime clothes, glittering and cold and quiet looking, just a little bit gentle. The baton handoff of the night and morning shifts, a fmaily of ducks crossing *both* east- and westbound sections of I-94 outside Detroit and *none* of them getting hit."
#TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry
by Neko Case from The Harder I Fight The More I Love You (2025 Grand Central Publishing) https://tinyurl.com/yr7n4427
"Once, she stood in a white gown
with a lace train, with buttons up
to the back of her neck.
She was tall. Held herself
like the buck with all the points,
knowing it was special, knowing
it had outlasted something."
#TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry
Buck by Adriana Beltrano (2025 Pinhole Poetry) https://tinyurl.com/mtyun2zd
"Oblate oratory of cackles.
Don’t divagate my hen, it is all your one basket."
#TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry
O: Free Range by Judith Baumel (2022 MicroLit) https://tinyurl.com/vb775tfc
"You did not know what was shaking in the bush but you knew better than to look. It's been twelve years but it's also been six. There are so many ways we can give ourselves to time. There is only so much of us passing through."
#TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry
from spring by Sanna Wani from My Grief, the Sun (2022 @HouseofAnansi) https://tinyurl.com/4ajjhuu2
"Speeding ahead in the vehicles of our bodies,
in our clouds of dust,
everywhere we go is in relation to them now.
As if a happiness felt there might shelter, and survive,
even though all that gave rise to it has passed away."
#TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry
Two Chapters on Ancient Stones by Karen Solie from The Caiplie Caves (2019 House of Anansi Press) https://tinyurl.com/2sbt9ues
The cold remote islands
And the blue estuaries
Where what breathes, breathes
The restless wind of the inlets,
And what drinks, drinks
The incoming tide;
Where shell and weed
Wait upon the salt wash of the sea,
And the clear nights of stars
Swing their lights westward
To set behind the land;
Where the pulse clinging to the rocks
Renews itself forever;
Where, again on cloudless nights,
The water reflects
The firmament’s partial setting;
—O remember
In your narrowing dark hours
That more things move
Than blood in the heart.
-- 'Night' by Louise Bogan in The FSG Poetry Anthology
#FridayPoem #TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry
(Art credit: Samuel Peploe)
For the daytime folks. I was up in the late hours of the night and posted a poem about #CECOT and #HumanRights and taking action in the United States. I know, most people do not see poetry as a means of action, but some of us do, very much so.
Way’Of Transnational Penal Colony
https://subspacewagon.systems/wayof-transnational-penal-colony/
God said now is the time for upheaval.
https://www.tilley.blog/now-is-not-the-time-to-attempt-to-appeal-to-reason-god-said-now-is-the-time-for-upheaval/
