Why not the real thing?

"Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language." ~ Henry James

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She should stick to writing novels.

From: LA to NY: Dreamers with empty hands They sigh for exotic lands It's autumn in New York It's good to live it again

"I kiss the scars upon its face."

Painterly.

"In lieu of flowers, he said Words but words, in lieu of flowers, are not enough." Eulogy for Dada (Who Loved to Waltz) by M.I. Devine Nimrod Journal

Revisit: "The New Poem" Charles Wright, from his 1973 volume, Hard Freight, Wesleyan

O starless night! thy loveliness my soul inhales,  Without those starry rays which speak a language known,  For I desire the dark, the naked and the lone. ––Charles Baudelaire #PoemADay poets.org/poem/obsession

happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜 feel free to participate by posting small poems you wrote, +/or small poems you love by somebody else :) here’s one by Ted Berrigan~

Timely as hell.

Amiri Baraka

Reading and writing about heavenly bodies reminds me of this poem

James Merrill

Duo Duo If No Echo, No Monologue wordless, but not quite silent unless to say love, unless not to speak —there is leftover gunpowder in this line becoming a simplified beginning poetry is a sky giving this its performance —Trans. from the Chinese by Lucas Klein Paris Review

The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter poets.org/poem/river-mer… "The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden, They hurt me."

“When an August dawn wakes over you…” – C.P. Cavafy, “Ionic”, translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. #poetry #cavafy