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Today’s poem: “Poem for You” by David Shapiro.

"I am jealous of the sand
beneath youaround youwhat you see”

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Today’s poem: “Poem for You” by David Shapiro.

"I am jealous of the sand

beneath you
around you
what you see”

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Let’s get this party started.

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Let’s get this party started.

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Take this opportunity to spread poetry during the holidays.

Looking for more gifts? Order by Monday, and we’ll send your order by Tuesday, just in time for Christmas. Every purchase from our store supports the Academy of American Poets’ programs. 

Take this opportunity to spread poetry during the holidays.

Today’s poem: “Happy first anniversary (in anticipation of your thirty ninth)” by Bob Hicok.

"I don’t have much time. I’m an important personto chickadees and mourning doves, whose feederwas smashed last night by a raccoon.Soon I’ll be wielding duct tape, noticing the dew,wanting to bathe in it…”


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Today’s poem: “Happy first anniversary (in anticipation of your thirty ninth)” by Bob Hicok.

"I don’t have much time. I’m an important person
to chickadees and mourning doves, whose feeder
was smashed last night by a raccoon.
Soon I’ll be wielding duct tape, noticing the dew,
wanting to bathe in it…”

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Today’s poem: “Beasts” by Carmen Giménez Smith. 

"My siblings and I archive the blanks in my mother’s memory, / diagnose her in text messages."

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Today’s poem: “Beasts” by Carmen Giménez Smith. 

"My siblings and I archive the blanks in my mother’s memory, / diagnose her in text messages."

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In case you haven’t seen Carolyn Forché’s amazing Blaney Lecture, delivered at the 2013 Poets Forum. 

Today’s poem: “They Call This” by C. K. Williams "she in a gleaming helmet, he in a replica of it, smaller, butthe same color and just as shiny.”Subscribe to Poem-A-Day and get a new, unpublished poem delivered to your inbox five days a week.

Today’s poem: “They Call This” by C. K. Williams 


"she in a gleaming helmet, he in a replica of it, smaller, but

the same color and just as shiny.”


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Today’s poem: “Headaches” by Marilyn Hacker.
"Wine again. The downside of any evening’sbright exchanges, scribbled with retribution :stark awake, a tic throbs in the left temple’ssite of bombardment.”

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Today’s poem: “Headaches” by Marilyn Hacker.

"Wine again. The downside of any evening’s
bright exchanges, scribbled with retribution :
stark awake, a tic throbs in the left temple’s
site of bombardment.”


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We never know how high we are   Till we are called to rise;And then, if we are true to plan,  Our statures touch the skies—

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We never know how high we are
   Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
  Our statures touch the skies—

Please donate to support poets and poetry all year long

 

Today’s poem: “Prayer for a Birthday” by Mark Wunderlich.
"My privilege and my proof, pressing your eternal skin to mine—I feel your fingers touching down on the crown of my headwhere I pray they remain during this life and in the next. The intricacies of your world astound me.”

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Today’s poem: “Prayer for a Birthday” by Mark Wunderlich.


"My privilege and my proof, pressing your eternal skin to mine—
I feel your fingers touching down on the crown of my head
where I pray they remain during this life and in the next.
The intricacies of your world astound me.”


Subscribe to Poem-A-Day and get a new, unpublished poem delivered to your inbox five days a week.