I think about this Jay Hopler poem all the time. RIP.

Merry Christmas, friends. Live in the moment. AND, here is my Christmas poem about imagining future grief, while still insisting on spring. ✨

Thinking of this extraordinary poem today:

🔪❤️

Fanny Howe

Ha Jin:

The heart of rain Michael Burkard

I wake to find it is the birthday of one of my favorite poets — it gives me the chance to share one of my heart’s poems: Seamus Heaney’s Postscript. I’ve carried it with me for as long as I can remember.

John Ashbery

“Break two eggs into a bowl / or break a bowl into two eggs. Slip into a coffin / after the fluids have been drained, or better yet, / slide into the fire.” — Jim Harrison

They hate me because often I am permitted to return to a meadow

Absolutely adore Proust's answers to these questions in 1890

sophie if this said narcissus it would be hilarious

Bluff, Danez's newest book, is officially out. Here is a sample of the abiding genius of one of our greatest poets.

These ravens know something I don’t. Nicholas Molbert (@nicholasmolbert)

Jack Gilbert

God works quick but the ick works faster

Donald Hall