Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem by Bob Hicok
My dearest Y. and B.— I've written and rewritten this letter many times. Didn't want to sound trite, didn't want to come off like a cliched greeting card either. How does one find the right words for joy, for knowing that you're
Born Yesterday by Philip Larkin
Most of all, may you be safe, may the spaces around you that I can't touch be filled with my love, and may you go to sleep every night believing there's always tomorrow, and the day after that, and the
Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye by Leonard Cohen
I can't sleep. I can't work. Not being part of someone's life—I think that will always be one of my biggest hurts. Do you know that warmth you get while in a relationship? The one where you felt so beautiful?
If I Could Tell You by W.H. Auden
Thank you, M. I love Auden, too. Yours, T. If I Could Tell You W.H. Auden Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know. If
Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins
Because things are beginning again, and I am hoping more people discover poetry this year. Introduction to Poetry Billy Collins I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press
Nina’s Blues by Cornelius Eady
So much to be thankful for. To the world, for listening. For keeping friends safe. For not forgetting who needs justice. For letting people be loved. For mornings where two people can catch up on each other's lives. To white
A Room in the Past by Ted Kooser
Two years today. I miss you, Lolo. A Room in the Past Ted Kooser It’s a kitchen. Its curtains fill with a morning light so bright you can’t see beyond its windows into the afternoon. A kitchen falling
She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep by Robert Graves
From another letter: Tell me about a random night that you have. Very well: I was watching Toy Story 3, and Andy was leaving all his toys behind, and he was playing with them for the last time. I watched
Why Are Your Poems So Dark? by Linda Pastan
I have thirty-three versions of Moon River. I don't think it will ever be enough. We're after the same rainbow's end— Why Are Your Poems So Dark? Linda Pastan Isn't the moon dark too, most of the time? And doesn't
Japan by Billy Collins
Good morning :) Japan Billy Collins Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating the same small, perfect grape again and again. I walk through the house reciting it and leave its letters falling through the air of