poetry Natalie Diaz, "From the Desire Field" "From the Desire Field" is most certainly living in the fullest sense, a sense I want.
poetry Carol Snow, "Tour" The recognition that everything is sacred means recognizing the beauty and necessity of the fallen blossoms.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "When I have seen the Sun emerge" (888) Dickinson's "When I have seen the Sun emerge" is an easy poem to indulge.
poetry Carolina Ebeid, "letter to the Corinthians" She lets "magnificent" sit on a line all by itself, as if the word alone deserves as much space as it can get.
poetry Kevin Young, "Resume" The poem is not shy about life emerging from dirt. Worse than dirt, truth be told.
poetry Lorine Niedecker, "Transition" There are supple lines in poetry, lines with a breezy flexibility and realized grace.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "A Thought went up my mind today" (701) Dickinson says she had a thought – "A Thought went up my mind today" – and then narrates its unique horror.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "Pain — has an Element of Blank" (650) Dickinson claims "Pain – has an Element of Blank." I can't help but think how uncomfortable we are with that notion.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "I worked for chaff and earning Wheat" (J 1269) The question for us is our devotion to the worthless.
poetry Graham Foust, "The Only Poem" I'm staring at Foust's last lines of "The Only Poem:" Even in danger, / you're a writer, liar.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "There is no Frigate like a Book" ...how to respond to someone determined to tell you everything you're reading is worthless?
poetry Jane Hirshfield, "A Chair in Snow" I thought I should share Jane Hirshfield's "A Chair in Snow" because it so beautifully illustrates the weight of the season.
emily dickinson Emily Dickinson, "The power to be true to You" (464) Dickinson does not inch toward the cosmic.
poetry Five Short Meditations on Rae Armantrout's "Djinn" Armantrout's first stanza, about the terrain ghosts create, brings into relief the strange world-building of lying.
poetry Jane Hirshfield, "I sat in the sun" Jane Hirshfield opens the sacredness of the everyday in "I sat in the sun."
poetry Elisa Gabbert, "In Nature" Elisa Gabbert's "In Nature," for me, remarks upon a scholarly problem, if not a philosophical one.
poetry Osip Mandelstam, "The Poem" Knowing the most essential part of your experience can find words is freedom.
poetry Kay Ryan, "Poetry is a Kind of Money" "Poetry is a kind of money." I can't imagine writing that and not saying to yourself man I wish.
poetry Mara Pastor, "Left" I would advise you to read this poem by the prominent Puerto Rican poet Mara Pastor a few times, inhaling its ferocity.
poetry Rae Armantrout, "Decor" This text serves as the intersection of a few complicated themes: the cheapness of capitalism, relationships, and identity.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "I had no time to Hate" ...this little poem starts with trying to look into a quiet, lush landscape painting and wish yourself there.
poetry Kay Ryan, "The Elephant in the Room" I don't want to admit I'm being squeezed. I don't want to admit I lack room. I want to pretend like everything's normal.