Lectionary Poetry – 8th Sunday After Pentecost (Year A)
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It’s the 8th Sunday after Pentecost. Here, we’ve curated a broad selection of classic and contemporary poems from diverse poets […] The post Lectionary Poetry – 8th Sunday After Pe...
The vital force of life is charged by the poles of holding on and letting go. We know that the price of love is loss, and yet we love anyway; that our atoms will one day belong to...
Aloof, winsome, she walks the waveworn strand,...
"Whatever returns from oblivion returns to find a voice."
Softly, delicatelyYou weave theStrandsLaden withGratitude, awareness, kindnessOver yourBeloved Braided RiverA gesture of reciprocityAnd knowingHonoring the oneWho welcomes youAnd r...
"You may have to break your heart, but it isn’t nothing to know even one moment alive."
In Killing Spree, the poet Jorie Graham pursues an essentially ethical impulse to find a true language for the evil in the world.
“Like all tyrants, / my mother made / decrees.”
Peg it tight and that vest...
Waiting for a call that didn’t happen I am sitting on the back porch with Frank O’Hara (Collected) when a goldfinch lands beside my head on the porch rail, lands so neatly so insta...
Three poems by one of China’s most influential contemporary lyric poets The post ‘Wild Sunflower’ appeared first on Tricycle: The Buddhist Review.
They looked at our broken concrete, our bullet-pocked brick, our zinc roofs rusted by the salt-wind of the Atlantic, and they asked: Where did the beauty go? They thought the fir...
On the inaccessible peak,...
"We can change, evolve, and transform our own conditioning. We can choose to move like water rather than be molded like clay."
In the Review’s June 25 issue, Joe Dunthorne writes about a recent oral history of the New York School poets and poses himself a challenge: “How to analyze a poetics of irreverence...
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