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❖ #ForgottenPoets & #ForgottenPrints ❖ Pre-1930s poetry & art ❖ Edited by Dick Whyte #dwpoems ❖ https://forgottenpoets.substack.com

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It's finally here! My brand new collection of #haikai featuring 200 #haiku written between 2008-2019, and edited earlier this year. Paperbacks and ebooks available now! www.amazon.com/dp/1991310501

#poetry #poems #poem #hokku #booksky
Cover of Dick Whyte's haiku collection, 'Same Old Moon' with an aged moon design, on a black background. haiku by Dick Whyte: in the shape of a missing stone-- autumn rain haiku by Dick Whyte: translating Issa's death poem-- sparrows
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From ‘Joglars’ magazine (1964)
—Larry Eigner

#poetry #poem #booksky
That’s why death was different From what’s ahead Or the spaces are short A wall was thick Air was a wall Clouds open in their Travels Processes which Take place
December 3, 2025 at 12:24 AM
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From ‘Joglars’ magazine (1964)
—Michael Palmer

#poetry #poem #booksky
Arc-light under Listen to my voices Not like a lion Cares if I walk Sometimes run Who’s lifelike
December 3, 2025 at 12:17 AM
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THE FLY WITHIN
November 20, 2025 at 2:37 PM
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From 'The North Ship' (1945)
—Phillip Larkin

#poetry #poem #booksky
This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe Within a wood.
November 18, 2025 at 7:20 PM
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Victoria Chang
December Night Things return at night. Slowly the grass lifts back up. Even the pine trees breathe out, their blueprints open. At night, everything rebuilds, even violence lifts its roots.
December 2, 2025 at 12:14 AM
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Susan Howe
To write against the ghost
December 2, 2025 at 4:29 AM
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fragrant orchids: i dreamed i was being eaten by a lotus #senryu
December 2, 2025 at 6:37 AM
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From ‘Correct Animal’ (2011)
—Rebecca Farivar

#poetry #poem #booksky
On Finding A Bird Skull If she wants To say bird Not finch Not starling Not snipe Let her They all have Rough tongues Hollow bones Heads Made mostly Of eye
December 1, 2025 at 8:45 PM
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Happy #smallpoemsunday. It has been a dark year.
the unfathomable lack of lamplight had been a gift to mark my birthday. (erasure poem with collage)
November 30, 2025 at 9:18 PM
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“what if hope crashes through the door what if” A poem by Mong-Lan.
Elegy BY MONG-LAN & what if hope crashes through the door what if that lasts a somersault? hope for serendipity even if a series of meals were all between us even if the aeons lined up out of order what are years if not measured by trees
December 1, 2025 at 12:46 AM
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From ‘Correct Animal’ (2011)
—Rebecca Farivar

#poetry #poem #booksky
I throw dirt in the air Until it turns to my murder. The indignity of needing To fill empty space.
November 30, 2025 at 7:36 PM
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From 'Darling I Love You' (2017)
—Daniel Ladinsky

#poetry #haiku #booksky
even in my water bowl the moon can fit
November 30, 2025 at 7:16 PM
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Barn Swallow postcard.
Male and female barn swallows on postcard, cream background with blue border.
November 30, 2025 at 8:41 AM
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eleven word poem of mine for #smallpoemsunday

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Ambient (Nature Painting) A billboard shifts its image. A tree frog walks on rain.
November 30, 2025 at 3:46 PM
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From ‘Correct Animal’ (2011)
—Rebecca Farivar

#poetry #poem #booksky
Whales In The Delta I’m here to tell you This is no return. I’ll birth you all day If I must.
November 29, 2025 at 1:05 PM
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Dan Chiasson, with a poem for William Blake, who was born on this day in 1757
Blake A satellite sees into your heart. It is blind to the rest of the planet. Its giant eye stares all day at the one bull's-eye on its one target. It sees that your heart is sick. You're sick. All that it sees is the fact your heart, that once held endless joy, now sick, soon will "thy life destroy."
November 29, 2025 at 1:01 AM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Loureine A. Aber (1921)

#poetry #poem #booksky
We, the Musk Chasers Gather us close, O stars, in your net, We, the tired hearts of citizens, We, the musk chasers And the rainbow seekers. Gather us close.......... We, the lean fishers and folk undone, Gather us close, O stars, in your net.
November 29, 2025 at 1:19 PM
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From ‘Correct Animal’ (2011)
—Rebecca Farivar

#poetry #poem #booksky
Whales In The Delta I’m here to tell you This is no return. I’ll birth you all day If I must.
November 29, 2025 at 1:05 PM
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collage on old postcard with quote made popular by Woody Guthrie
November 29, 2025 at 11:51 AM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Loureine A. Aber (1923)

#poetry #poem #booksky
—: My Littleness :— Two pinholes in the curtain . . . My eyes; Two weeds flapping forlornly in a field of corn . . . My hands. And in the distance like a foghorn blowing . . . My heart. I am no bigger than mountains, Or mightier than stars, The sphinx smells of me familiarly, Daisies touch lips with me . . . I shall be dust soon.
November 27, 2025 at 6:27 PM
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The sky puts on the darkening blue coat
held for it by a row of ancient trees;

Rainer Maria Rilke, Evening; tr. Stephen Mitchell
November 28, 2025 at 8:33 PM
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"...Imagine wanting
only what matters over time."

a poem by @dianacao.bsky.social in Waxwing.
Patina by Diana Cao "....Imagine wanting only what matters over time."
November 27, 2025 at 7:37 AM
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Clarence Major
Why not celebrate? If nothing else, it can’t hurt to celebrate survival.
November 28, 2025 at 1:17 AM
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the blazing sun
seems like it's about
to hatch

--Maya Okuzaka

ぎらぎらと炎天がいま孵化しさう　奥坂まや

#haiku #gendaihaiku #translation
November 27, 2025 at 1:14 PM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Loureine A. Aber (1923)

#poetry #poem #booksky
—: My Littleness :— Two pinholes in the curtain . . . My eyes; Two weeds flapping forlornly in a field of corn . . . My hands. And in the distance like a foghorn blowing . . . My heart. I am no bigger than mountains, Or mightier than stars, The sphinx smells of me familiarly, Daisies touch lips with me . . . I shall be dust soon.
November 27, 2025 at 6:27 PM