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In Three Poems
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Coming your way in late November! Each episode is a conversation in three poems. Explore how poems connect us and how they communicate with each other as we meet today’s poets, three poems at a time.

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Walking in low winter sun, dazzled in both senses: beauty & blinding feels related to the impossible act of seeing ourselves head on, how often insight arrives aslant, the sharp clarifying prism of encountering self as stranger, a breathtaking tenderness Marie Howe articulates In What The Living Do
Text of Marie Howe’s poem What the Living Do, which reads Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won't work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven't called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It's winter again: the sky's a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through the open living-room windows because the heat's on too high in here and I can't turn it off. For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking, I've been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve, I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: this is it. Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning. What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss-we want more and more and then more of it. But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless: I am living. I remember you.
November 16, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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Birding?
a man is looking through binoculars in a park
ALT: a man is looking through binoculars in a park
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September 27, 2025 at 1:20 PM
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The dog has an Auden poem he’d like to read for you.
Golden doodle on the left. W. H. Auden on the right.
September 7, 2025 at 7:36 PM
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It helps to have your speaker volume up, especially if you like Devotchka 🪗🎸🎵
September 7, 2025 at 7:12 PM
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Omg. Yes. Please
September 5, 2025 at 11:50 PM
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August 25, 2025 at 4:30 AM
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Oh, good! The music actually carried over. Whew!
August 25, 2025 at 4:06 AM
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Thanks, Jessica! I’m very excited!
August 24, 2025 at 1:05 PM
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We sometimes hurt those who we love the most
August 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
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I was testing out a lapel mix that was running a bit hot, but I like the potential. It should be really helpful for recording at events like @lityoungstown.bsky.social this October!
August 12, 2025 at 4:15 AM