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Today’s poem: “Hagar in the Wilderness” by Tyehimba Jess. 

(Carved Marble. Edmonia Lewis, 1875.)
"My God is the living God,God of the impertinent exile.”


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Today’s poem: “Hagar in the Wilderness” by Tyehimba Jess.

(Carved Marble. Edmonia Lewis, 1875.)

"My God is the living God,
God of the impertinent exile.”

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Today’s poem: “To You” by Walt Whitman.

"Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre- / figure of all, / From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of / gold-color’d light, / But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its / nimbus of gold-color’d light, / From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it / streams, effulgently flowing forever."

Today’s poem: “To You” by Walt Whitman.

"Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre- / figure of all, / From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of / gold-color’d light, / But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its / nimbus of gold-color’d light, / From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it / streams, effulgently flowing forever."

Today’s poem: “Amethyst Beads” by Eavan Boland."And when I take them out ofthe cherrywood box these beads arethe colour of dog-violets in shadow. Thenat the well of the throat wheretears startthey darken. “

Today’s poem: “Amethyst Beads” by Eavan Boland.


"And when I take them out of
the cherrywood box these beads are
the colour of dog-violets in shadow. Then
at the well of the throat where
tears start
they darken. “


Today’s poem: “Meaning” by Carl Dennis.
 
"If a life needn’t be useful to be meaningful,Then maybe a life of sunbathing on a beachCan be thought of as meaningful for at least a few,The few, say, who view the sun as a godAnd consider basking a form of worship.”

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Today’s poem: “Meaning” by Carl Dennis.


"If a life needn’t be useful to be meaningful,
Then maybe a life of sunbathing on a beach
Can be thought of as meaningful for at least a few,
The few, say, who view the sun as a god
And consider basking a form of worship.”

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Today’s poem: “The Long Deployment” by Jehanne Dubrow.
     "Am I imagining the wet scent of peatand cedar, oud, impossible to erase?”


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Today’s poem: “The Long Deployment” by Jehanne Dubrow.

     
"Am I imagining the wet scent of peat
and cedar, oud, impossible to erase?”

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Today’s poem: “The Odyssey, Book 11: ll. 538-556”  by Rowan Ricardo Phillips. 
"The soul of swift-soled Achilles hearing mePraise his son, silvered, and then was gone,His long strides causing him to blend, light-bent,Into the shining, maize meadow cloudbankShadowed by that one solitary tree It takes sixteen years for light, let aloneA soul, to cross.”

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Today’s poem: “The Odyssey, Book 11: ll. 538-556”  by Rowan Ricardo Phillips. 



"The soul of swift-soled Achilles hearing me
Praise his son, silvered, and then was gone,
His long strides causing him to blend, light-bent,
Into the shining, maize meadow cloudbank
Shadowed by that one solitary tree 
It takes sixteen years for light, let alone
A soul, to cross.”

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SKYSCRAPER
-Matt Rasmussen

A sword thrust
into the city.

From inside
the café, the letters

on the window
look like a new

language. It’s this
simple: There is

nothing within us
like what we are

inside this window.
Colossal seppuku,

you are the sky
before the sky.

Matt Rasmussen submitted a manuscript for the Walt Whitman Award, never dreaming he would win. He did, and that book, Black Aperture, was also named a finalist for the National Book Award. The Whitman Award has the power to change lives and careers, and your support of the Academy of American Poets makes programs like this possible.

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Today’s poem: “Corpse Flower, Luna Moth”  by Daniel Tobin. 
     ”The deep wine
of it risen tall above
           the buried
     corm,
     its ornamental
spathe furrowed thought-
           fully, to human
      warmth.

Today’s poem: “Corpse Flower, Luna Moth”  by Daniel Tobin. 

     ”The deep wine

of it risen tall above

           the buried

    corm,

     its ornamental

spathe furrowed thought-

           fully, to human

    warmth.