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Marcin Świetlicki, "Photograph"

It is not a loss to recognize how you remember and how you love.

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Robert Creeley, "Small Time"

Robert Creeley's "Small Time" is a conversational poem.

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Emily Dickinson, "Spring is the Period" (844)

You will have your days on Earth and they will be numbered.

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Marcin Świetlicki, "April 1, Wągrowiec, Poland"

Świetlicki grabs you, spins you around, and throws you into a dark, remote place.

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Jennifer Chang, "Ceremony"

Ceremonies ask you to commit.

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Franz Wright, "P.S."

Wright establishes empathy with an animal's ordeal.

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Frederick Seidel, "Snow"

The being of snow is its activity.

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Kobayashi Issa, "On a branch…"

An insect makes their own boat and then launches into their opera, like a Venetian gondolier.

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Kei Miller, "Book of Genesis"

God creates, exercising their freedom, and frees.

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Natalie Diaz, "From the Desire Field"

"From the Desire Field" is most certainly living in the fullest sense, a sense I want.

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Carol Snow, "Tour"

The recognition that everything is sacred means recognizing the beauty and necessity of the fallen blossoms.

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Emily Dickinson, "When I have seen the Sun emerge" (888)

Dickinson's "When I have seen the Sun emerge" is an easy poem to indulge.

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Carolina Ebeid, "letter to the Corinthians"

She lets "magnificent" sit on a line all by itself, as if the word alone deserves as much space as it can get.

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Kevin Young, "Resume"

The poem is not shy about life emerging from dirt. Worse than dirt, truth be told.

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Lorine Niedecker, "Transition"

There are supple lines in poetry, lines with a breezy flexibility and realized grace.

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Emily Dickinson, "A Thought went up my mind today" (701)

Dickinson says she had a thought – "A Thought went up my mind today" – and then narrates its unique horror.

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Emily Dickinson, "Pain — has an Element of Blank" (650)

Dickinson claims "Pain – has an Element of Blank." I can't help but think how uncomfortable we are with that notion.

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Emily Dickinson, "I worked for chaff and earning Wheat" (J 1269)

The question for us is our devotion to the worthless.

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Graham Foust, "The Only Poem"

I'm staring at Foust's last lines of "The Only Poem:" Even in danger, / you're a writer, liar.

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Emily Dickinson, "There is no Frigate like a Book"

...how to respond to someone determined to tell you everything you're reading is worthless?

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Jane Hirshfield, "A Chair in Snow"

I thought I should share Jane Hirshfield's "A Chair in Snow" because it so beautifully illustrates the weight of the season.

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Emily Dickinson, "The power to be true to You" (464)

Dickinson does not inch toward the cosmic.

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Five Short Meditations on Rae Armantrout's "Djinn"

Armantrout's first stanza, about the terrain ghosts create, brings into relief the strange world-building of lying.

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Jane Hirshfield, "I sat in the sun"

Jane Hirshfield opens the sacredness of the everyday in "I sat in the sun."

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Elisa Gabbert, "In Nature"

Elisa Gabbert's "In Nature," for me, remarks upon a scholarly problem, if not a philosophical one.