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You have a hole, it’s a poultice.
You have an eye, it’s an image.
My boy, it’s your last resort."
Brontez Purnell performs Sylvia Plath's poem "The Applicant" in a new film directed by Jean Coleman.
From Marie Howe's book, What the Living Do: bookshop.org/a/862/9780393318869
#poem #booksky #writing
From Marie Howe's book, What the Living Do: bookshop.org/a/862/9780393318869
#poem #booksky #writing
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.
I like their lady horse swagger,
after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up!
Ada Limón, "How To Triumph Like a Girl"
www.brinkerhoffpoetry.org/poems/how-to...
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.
I like their lady horse swagger,
after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up!
Ada Limón, "How To Triumph Like a Girl"
www.brinkerhoffpoetry.org/poems/how-to...
Congratulations to poets and performers Hala Alyan, Freddie Fox, Stephen James Smith, Cornelius Eady, Willie Perdomo, and Jenny Xie.
Congratulations to poets and performers Hala Alyan, Freddie Fox, Stephen James Smith, Cornelius Eady, Willie Perdomo, and Jenny Xie.
Even a watch must be wound.
How can a century or a heart turn
if nobody asks, Where have all
the natives gone?
@nataliediaz.bsky.social, "Manhattan is a Lenape Word"
Even a watch must be wound.
How can a century or a heart turn
if nobody asks, Where have all
the natives gone?
@nataliediaz.bsky.social, "Manhattan is a Lenape Word"
You have a hole, it’s a poultice.
You have an eye, it’s an image.
My boy, it’s your last resort."
Brontez Purnell performs Sylvia Plath's poem "The Applicant" in a new film directed by Jean Coleman.
You have a hole, it’s a poultice.
You have an eye, it’s an image.
My boy, it’s your last resort."
Brontez Purnell performs Sylvia Plath's poem "The Applicant" in a new film directed by Jean Coleman.
My mother often hushed me.
The others she allowed to sing,
No matter what their melody.
Edward Nathaniel Harleston, "I Cannot Sing"
My mother often hushed me.
The others she allowed to sing,
No matter what their melody.
Edward Nathaniel Harleston, "I Cannot Sing"
was heavy laden this year
bears little fruit. Was
it that wet spring we had?"
James Schuyler was born #OnThisDay in 1923.
Watch Padraig Regan's performance of Schuyler's poem "Shimmer."
was heavy laden this year
bears little fruit. Was
it that wet spring we had?"
James Schuyler was born #OnThisDay in 1923.
Watch Padraig Regan's performance of Schuyler's poem "Shimmer."
It knew that freedom here was short."
Declan O'Connor reads John Robert Lee's "Skeete's Bay, Barbados" in the final film in this year's collaboration with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.
It knew that freedom here was short."
Declan O'Connor reads John Robert Lee's "Skeete's Bay, Barbados" in the final film in this year's collaboration with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.
I awake to the clatter of leaves,
a frayed dawn cawing in its wooden cage."
Jennifer Elise Foerster, "The Outskirts"
I awake to the clatter of leaves,
a frayed dawn cawing in its wooden cage."
Jennifer Elise Foerster, "The Outskirts"
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My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk.
John Keats, born #OnThisDay in 1795.
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk.
John Keats, born #OnThisDay in 1795.
because the dead are alone."
James Byrne performs Michael Hartnett's poem "For Edward Hartnett" in a film created with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.
because the dead are alone."
James Byrne performs Michael Hartnett's poem "For Edward Hartnett" in a film created with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.
He sings towards anguish; finches fly
In the claw tracks of hawks
On a seizing sky.
Dylan Thomas was born #OnThisDay in 1914.
He sings towards anguish; finches fly
In the claw tracks of hawks
On a seizing sky.
Dylan Thomas was born #OnThisDay in 1914.
Obioma Ugoala performs John Donne's "No man is an island" from Meditation XVII in a film created with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.
Obioma Ugoala performs John Donne's "No man is an island" from Meditation XVII in a film created with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.
Now thought the rivers did the trees excel,
And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell.
Anne Bradstreet, "Contemplations"
Now thought the rivers did the trees excel,
And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell.
Anne Bradstreet, "Contemplations"
The common and banal her heat can know."
Patrick Kavanagh was born #OnThisDay in 1904. Here, Aaron Monaghan performs his poem "The Hospital."
The common and banal her heat can know."
Patrick Kavanagh was born #OnThisDay in 1904. Here, Aaron Monaghan performs his poem "The Hospital."
We have extended the deadline to apply for the role of Poet in Residence 2025-2027 to Friday 31st October at 5:00 p.m.
For more details visit www.poetryireland.ie/education/ne...
Supported by @brinkerhoffpoetry.bsky.social
We have extended the deadline to apply for the role of Poet in Residence 2025-2027 to Friday 31st October at 5:00 p.m.
For more details visit www.poetryireland.ie/education/ne...
Supported by @brinkerhoffpoetry.bsky.social
when my mother put down seeds at the side of the house
still under construction.
Desiree C. Bailey, "Ma and the Snake"
when my mother put down seeds at the side of the house
still under construction.
Desiree C. Bailey, "Ma and the Snake"
that unending crescendo, feels like I’m the one who’s unbreakable.“
We are deeply saddened by the loss of Jubi Arriola-Headley.
Our condolences to the Miami poetry community and to the many who knew and cared about him.
that unending crescendo, feels like I’m the one who’s unbreakable.“
We are deeply saddened by the loss of Jubi Arriola-Headley.
Our condolences to the Miami poetry community and to the many who knew and cared about him.
Destroys me momently. The score:
There comes what will come. The expense
Is what one thought, and something more—
One’s being and intelligence.
Yvor Winters, born #OnThisDay in 1900.
www.brinkerhoffpoetry.org/poems/at-the...
Destroys me momently. The score:
There comes what will come. The expense
Is what one thought, and something more—
One’s being and intelligence.
Yvor Winters, born #OnThisDay in 1900.
www.brinkerhoffpoetry.org/poems/at-the...
with the black moustache
too close to me at 2 a.m.,
his breath in my ear, whispering –
Something has to be done about the Irish."
Martina Evans performs her poem "Clinical Indications" in our latest poem film with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.
with the black moustache
too close to me at 2 a.m.,
his breath in my ear, whispering –
Something has to be done about the Irish."
Martina Evans performs her poem "Clinical Indications" in our latest poem film with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.