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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Alfred Hitch (1920)

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MODERN LOVE ALTHOUGH she left me for a greater love, And though my life went out with her, I opened wide the door And blessed her ere she went. Love shall not make Me tyrant or a murderer. I want no love that is not free to love.
November 11, 2025 at 10:58 PM
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From 'Sea Garden' (1916)
—H.D. / Hilda Doolittle

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OREAD WHIRL up, sea - Whirl your pointed pines, Splash your great pines On our rocks, Hurl your green over us, Cover us with your pools of fir.
October 14, 2025 at 11:28 PM
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From 'Spring Interlude' (1927)
—Miriam Cassel Matthews

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SLAG With your breath upon me My love flames high with garnet sparks-- Like a furnace of molten steel, Windblown. Having felt the breath of God, Are the stars Mere smoldering slag Fallen from an immortal crucible Where souls are in the making?
October 9, 2025 at 4:31 PM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Kenneth Slade Alling (1923)

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To One Who Asked Ah, what are poems? There is a kind of tree That bruised, bleeds golden blood into the sea. And now you need not ask again of me.
October 8, 2025 at 8:10 PM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Miriam Cassel Matthews (1927)

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THE BATTLE FROM A DISTANCE I. Through the night a light gleamed Like that from pewter in a darkened room, Or like a camp fire Reflecting on the guns, Or like a flame of lightning Above low mist.
October 2, 2025 at 10:02 PM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Miriam Cassel Matthews (1927)

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YOU ARE LILAC BLOSSOMS 1 You are lilac blossoms, And I, wild grass swaying beneath. Upright I grow Catching the fragrance of your presence. 2 You are blue binding sky, And I, meadows sloping westward. Secure I dream Feeling the soft contour of your arms.
September 28, 2025 at 11:04 PM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Ethel Romig Fuller

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The kneeling trees at timberline Are cowled in white wool; The rocks are mauve-feathered Like the breasts of doves; The shadows of the rocks Are muted purple. Dawn. . . New snow. . . .
September 24, 2025 at 9:02 PM
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From 'The Living Frieze' (1921)
—Mark Turbyfill

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Baton In the doorway The little birds sit Keeping time To their thoughts.
April 1, 2025 at 11:15 PM
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“Poems are made by fools like me…”
—Joyce Kilmer

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Trees I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may be summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only god can make a tree.
June 6, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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From 'Opportunity' (1926)
—Helene Johnson

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Mother Soft hair faintly white where the angels touch it; Pale candles flaming in her eyes Hallowing her vision of Christ; And yet I know She would break each Commandment Against her heart, And bury them pointed and jagged in her soul-- That I may smile.
August 4, 2025 at 8:26 PM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Clark Ashton Smith (1920s)

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—: Clark Ashton Smith :— No shining words of stone— Shadows and cloud alone— These shall the poet seek.
September 5, 2025 at 11:30 PM
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"I saw the full moon rise—strange, stranger than all nights before..."
—Agnes Cornell (1924)
from a recent issue of #ForgottenPoets

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—: The Desert Moon Before A Sandstorm :— Tonight I saw the full-moon rise Strange, stranger than all nights before; A huge moon, stifling streams of fire— Rose-fire into a dim mauve sea. I felt it—the fire Sift through me, Rose-fire sifting through me Into a dim mauve sea.
December 12, 2024 at 11:40 AM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Sonia Ruthèle Novák

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—: A Dream Garden :— Do you ever dream of a garden With flagstone paths And a lily pond— A garden with old-fashioned flowers and new? Do you dream of a baby that prattles among them? I do!
May 6, 2025 at 12:47 PM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Jesse Thompson

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—: silence :— four streets hurl their clatter together here the city rips out its howling heart only to cast it resounding back upon itself metallic . . . deafening but here a girl meets boy and takes her soul and puts it in her eyes and looks at him and there comes a silence like the silence of space before time was born
July 24, 2025 at 11:02 PM
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From 'Poems by John B. Tabb' (1903)
—John B. Tabb

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EVOLUTION. Out of the dusk a shadow, The, a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then, a lark; Out of the heart a rapture, Then, a pain; Out of the dead, cold ashes, Life again.
April 1, 2025 at 9:57 PM
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Happy Valentine's Day 🖤
—Mina Loy (1917)

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Love-- -- --the preeminent literateur
February 14, 2025 at 10:50 AM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Adolf Wolff (1913)

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Immortality At dawn of day the stars die one by one. They only seem to die, but do not die. There is no death for humans, or for stars. What we call life and death is only rhythm. It is all cadence, measure, rest, inflection, The poetry, the music of the spheres. The universe is one stupendous poem Whereof the suns and stars are words and letters, And we frail humans, punctuation marks.
April 12, 2025 at 11:37 PM
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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
—Henry Bellamann (1922)

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—: The Cottonwood :— Quivering day Flooding out to the white rim of sky, Quicksilver wash among the shadows; Stillness crowding upon the house. Outside the window, green leaves Stir in their noon sleep And— Singing mirage of silence— A sound of rain in a dusty land.
June 25, 2025 at 9:56 PM
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"The sea speaks to me..."
—Paul Laurence Dunbar

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The sea speaks to me of you All the day long; Still as I sit by its side You are its song. The sea sings to me of you Loud on the reef; Always it moans as it sings, Voicing my grief.
February 23, 2025 at 1:15 AM
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"Moonlight—the smoke rose straight in the quiet night."
—Amy Lowell (1912)

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"Empty and silent, I Kneel before your pure, calm majesty. On this stone, in this urn I pour my heart and watch it burn, Myself the sacrifice; but be Still unmoved: Divinity." From the altar, bathed in moonlight, The smoke rose straight in the quiet night.
November 29, 2024 at 8:02 PM
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"The whole of him, the whole of me..."
—Orrick Johns
From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets

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At The Door I have only a tingling remembrance Not of his eyes But of A dandelion . . . Nevertheless, The whole of him, The whole of me, There — Known, elicited, understood.
March 20, 2025 at 11:19 PM
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“But the leaves called, and the earth called…”
—Iris Barry (1916)

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IMPRESSION At night Neither joy, ambition, love nor want In my heart. But the leaves called And the earth called, And there was only waiting Against the coming of rain, And the whipping of hair About my head.
April 27, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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In the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets . . .
—Alex Posey (Creek/Muscogee)

From 'The Poems of Alexander Lawrence Posey', one of the earliest collections of poetry in English by a Native American author, first published in 1910.

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MOTHER AND BABY. Tired at length of crying, Laughing, cooing, sighing, The baby lies so qui't and still, Scarce breathing in his sleep; The mother watches, half-inclined To hide her face and weep.
July 6, 2025 at 9:25 PM