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Celebrating 20 Years of Poetry

Read A Little Poetry began as a personal commonplace book in 2005. Today, it has become a living archive and beloved home for poetry lovers, readers, educators, and seekers of language that holds us. Join us in celebrating two decades of gathering poems that have carried us through. Thank you for being part of this journey.

Self-Portrait with Woman on Subway by Hayan Charara

Self-Portrait with Woman on Subway
Hayan Charara

Across from me she
was crying badly, everyone
around her looking
into their laps trying
to pretend they did not notice.
So unashamed
in her grief she wept
like the N line
was a room in her apartment
and the afternoon
would last forever.
Twenty years on,
I could’ve said something,
anything—
“The red of your scarf
is beautiful.”

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These Trees, Those Leaves, This Flower, That Fruit

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This poem appeared in These Trees, Those Leaves, This Flower, That Fruit by Hayan Charara, published by Milkweed Editions, 2022. (Available direct from Milkweed Editions • Also on: AmazonBookshop)

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Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award Finalist

A thoughtful new collection of poems, one that deconstructs the deceptively simple question of what it means to be good—a good person, a good citizen, a good teacher, a good poet, a good father.

With These Trees, Those Leaves, This Flower, That Fruit, Hayan Charara presents readers with a medley of ambitious analyses, written in characteristically wry verse. He takes philosophers to task, jousts with academics, and scrutinizes hollow gestures of empathy, exposing the dangers of thinking ourselves “separate / from [our] thoughts and experiences.” After all, “No work of love / will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart.” But how do we act on fullness of heart? How, knowing as we do that “genocide is inscribed in our earliest and holiest texts”?

Thoughtful but never preachy, Charara sits beside us, granting us access to life’s countless unglamorous dilemmas: crushing a spider when we promised we wouldn’t, nearing madness from a newborn’s weeping, resenting our lovers for what happened in a dream. “Good poems demand to be written from inside the poet,” we are reminded. And that is where we find ourselves here: inside a lively and ethical mind, entertained by Charara’s good company even as goodness challenges us to do more.
“I knew / I envied his rapport with God / and hoped his prayers / would keep my plane aloft.”” (Source)

ABOUT HAYAN CHARARA

The son of Lebanese immigrants, Hayan Charara grew up in Detroit, Michigan. He is a poet, children’s book author, essayist, and editor. He earned a BA in English from Wayne State University, an MA in humanities from New York University, and a PhD in literature and creative writing from the University of Houston. He is the author of the poetry collections The Alchemist’s Diary (2001), The Sadness of Others (2006), Something Sinister (Carnegie Mellon, 2016), and These Trees,(more)

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THE JOURNEY

A Love Letter to Our Readers

I started Read A Little Poetry when I was 19, posting poems late at night from my bedroom. I didn’t know then that I was building a home—just that I needed one. I’ve been tending to this archive quietly for twenty years, out of love, out of need, out of belief in the life-saving power of poetry. What a miracle that you’ve found your way here.

Poetry is how I mark time. This site is how I remember I’ve lived.

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Poems We Carry

To mark our 20th year milestone, we invited beloved poets to share a poem they carry with them—one that changed them, stayed with them, or saved them. Their reflections are tender, surprising, luminous.

In celebration of Read A Little Poetry's 20th anniversary, I set out to ask poets: What poem do you carry in your heart? 89 poets answered.

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A LEGACY OF POETRY

This is Our Story

Read A Little Poetry began as an anonymous blog over two decades ago. But over time, it’s become something more—a companion to grief and joy, a resource in classrooms, a place to begin again. Below are stories from those who’ve walked with poetry, and with me, through the years.

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Letters from our readers

Reflections from those who found a poem here when they needed one most
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Poetry resources

What has guided me, held me, and helped me stay close to the work
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Why read
poetry?

Reflections on the power, purpose, and necessity of poetry
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Have you carried a poem from this site into your life? I’d love to hear about it.

HELP US KEEP GOING

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poems & for you

For twenty years, Read A Little Poetry has remained free and ad-free—a living archive built from the ground up with love, time, and care. My goal is to support independent poetry: to make space for it, to keep it visible, to let it be found.

This space exists because of you. Whether you found it during a lonely morning, a deep heartbreak, or a restless night—whether you’ve sent a poem to a friend, printed one for your class, or returned here just to feel something—your presence matters.

To everyone who has supported this archive through donations or ongoing subscriptions: thank you. You’ve helped keep the lights on.

Your generosity sustains not only this site, but the belief that poetry deserves to be findable, shared, and remembered.

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Holding poets to the light

Read A Little Poetry wouldn’t be what it is today without you.
Thank you for your love of poetry and for being here.

Praise

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"I have been familiar with your poetry for some time, but only just stumbled onto this site last week, for I am in one of those spaces where my own writing has been stalled (for way too long) but in which I find myself with an unquenchable thirst for the poetry of others. I am so grateful for this powerful collective of incredible poetry, and plan to lose myself for hours just clicking from one to the next (indeed, have already done so)." — Jeanette LeBlanc

"Hi, for what it’s worth, I could relate to you with the whole wallflower thing. It’s frustrating when things just snap and I have no control over how I approach others, no matter how much I try. It’s as if there’s another part of me who has this grudge against the world. I guess the perks of being a wallflower come with their drawbacks. Thanks for the nice poems. I hope your morning coffee tastes great!" — Jnad

"I constantly come back to this. I just adore – this poem, your letter. Thank you so much for sharing, T. Hope you are well." — M

"Your writing is why I hastily open your emails! Without your beautiful deep writing and insights it’s just a poem….Your writing T, is what has healed me, and kept me afloat. Thank you" — Meg

"thank you for sharing this – not one I’d read before and its a marvel! I like your comments too -makes the whole poem more personal to readers" — Laura Bloomsbury