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Don’t Read Poetry by Stephanie Burt
The cover of Burt's Don't Read Poetry. It shows what looks like an uprooted daffodil. #poetry #poetrycommunity I have been working through books on reading, writing, and teaching poetry in preparation for writing a new poetry module. In …

A field of my dreams
expansive as the ocean
vast plane of color
#haiku #poetry

If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say, “This poet lies—
Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces.”
--Shakespeare, Sonnet XVII
#Poetry #Poem

The Egret - by me
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The egret was here,
stalking the bank,
quite white.
It didn't come back for me the next day, or on the following days.
I have no re-egrets.
(c) 2026
#poetry

No Screens
#poetry #poetrycommunity Another morning poem that started as a half-waking image. Today, I am in core reality.No screens, just sunlight, air, and greeneryOn a hill above the reservoir.An ocean sparkles to the south. I amThe center of perspective. I command The view. I …

crawling through nothing
I writhe in an endless void
hoping for something
#haiku #poetry

I was here ─ and He is still ─
Will be beyond that yonder Hill.
I was there, where He was never ─
Gone from thought and o'er the River.
#SmallPoems #poetry

Stenciled poetry on the sidewalk at Hampton Beach, NY
#photo #photography #newhampshire #poetry

Human beings are members of a whole,
In creation of one essence and soul.
If one member is afflicted with pain,
Other members uneasy will remain.
If you've no sympathy for human pain,
The name of human you cannot retain!
-Saadi Shirazi
#Poetry #Humanity…

Made a poem up in the shower this morning:
This potata
On my plate-a
Could be eaten now, or
Could be eaten later
WDYT? #poetry

The Cameraman
#poetry #poetrycommunity We live our livesFor the cameraman.The cameraman tweaks our nozzles andAdjusts our illumination.We pose and pixelate,Perform what we imagine to be our livesFor the big eye.So that our images proliferate,We raise up the cameramanAnd manage a t…

in die tiefe seines bauches
nach wörteralgen taucht der dichter
am weißen strand des papieres
spreitet er sie zum trocknen aus:
es wird gebeten das seegras nicht
vor seiner zeit zu wenden danke
H.C. ARTMANN (1989)
#Poesie #Gedichte #poetry #HCArtmann

Opposing Forces
#poetry #poetrycommunity Yet another morning poem that started as a half-waking image. I thought of burning ice cream.If it exists, I do not know.If it does, perhaps it is brandyOn smooth vanilla cream thatThe waiter ignites with a wand.Or is it our country, in fie…

Anybody else from the 19th Century out there?
#poetry #SmallPoems

Here's a short poem by Langston Hughes named "Question":
When the old junk man Death
Comes to gather up our bodies
And toss them into the sack of oblivion,
I wonder if he will find
The corpse of a white multi-millionaire
Worth more pennies of eternity,
Than the black torso of
A Negro cotton-picker?
#Poetry