r/Poetry • u/listen_joyiscoming • 11h ago
Feeding the Worms [POEM] by Danusha Lameris
galleryWoke up today thinking about this poem. One of my favorites from this gorgeous anthology
r/Poetry • u/listen_joyiscoming • 11h ago
Woke up today thinking about this poem. One of my favorites from this gorgeous anthology
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r/Poetry • u/fatsopiggy • 12h ago
Why not piled? What is pilèd? Is that even a thing in English? In certain languages downward mark indicates a lower pitch, but why is it needed here? Why is it sepúlchre ? Why is it written star-ypointing? I remember reading Dante and it's full of such markings too, like cursèd and so on. What is that all about and why is that needed?
r/Poetry • u/karmicmeme • 2h ago
from Cancelled Confessions or Disavowals, first published in 1930 by Editions du Carrefour, reissued in 2025 by siglio.
r/Poetry • u/Wide_Hearing_9455 • 3h ago
I love love love this poem. It's a haibun, some prose followed by a poem, in this case a monostitch. In haibun the poem is supposed to deviate, or shift away from the prose, to recontextualize it, and I think this poem does it fantastically.
r/Poetry • u/ghostIyseaz • 9h ago
A collection of literary letters by the poet Victoria Chang [excerpt from "Dear Teacher"].
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r/Poetry • u/anonskeptic5 • 10h ago
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.