"It has to be both: beautiful & political at the same time. I’m not interested in art that is not in the world. And it’s not just the narrative, it’s not just the story; it’s the language & the structure & what’s going on behind it."
—Toni Morrison (1931–2019)
"I'm a firm believer that language and how we use language determines how we act, and how we act then determines our lives and other people's lives." —Ntozake Shange, RIP (1948 - 2018)
The towers of Notre Dame cut clean and gray
The evening sky, and pale from left to right
A hundred bridges leap from either quay.
—Willa Cather in 1923
O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
—Langston Hughes, born
#OTD
in 1902
#BlackHistoryMonth
Late Congressman and Civil Rights leader John Lewis, when asked by
@POETSorg
in April 2015 about his favorite lines of poetry, sent in the last two lines of “Ode on a Grecian Urn” by John Keats, which he had printed on his official letterhead and signed:
The darkest hour
is just before the dawn,
and that, I see,
which does not guarantee
power to draw the next breath,
nor abolish the suspicion
that the brightest hour
we will ever see
occurs just before we cease
to be.
—James Baldwin, born
#OTD
in 1924
Sisters there is a hole in my heart
that is bearing your shapes
over and over
as I read only the headlines
of this morning's newspaper.
—Audre Lorde, born
#OTD
in 1934
After last week's reading by
@TheAmandaGorman
at President
@JoeBiden
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My children are so young
when I turn off the radio as
the news turns
to counting the dead or
naming the act,
they aren’t even suspicious.
My children
are so young they cannot
imagine a world
like the one they live in.
—Carrie Fountain
#PoemADay
My god,
I thought, my whole life I’ve been under her
raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel
that I never got wet.
—Ada Limón
@adalimon
#MothersDay
#MothersDay2019
More poems to share:
History says, Don't hope
On this side of the grave,
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme.
—Seamus Heaney
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
—Mary Oliver, 1935-2019
To become obscure
among human beings,
but clearer
in all relations,
to become the night,
thickening to mist
over the water,
vanishing
with first light
of morning.
—Kevin Killian, RIP (1952 - 2019)
Let joy.
Let entering. Let rage and calm join.
Let quail come.
Let winter impress you. Let spring.
—Linda Gregg, who passed away yesterday at the age of 76
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.
—Robert Frost
The darkest hour
is just before the dawn,
and that, I see,
which does not guarantee
power to draw the next breath,
nor abolish the suspicion
that the brightest hour
we will ever see
occurs just before we cease
to be.
—James Baldwin, born
#OTD
in 1924
I would do it all over again:
Be the harbor and set the sail,
Loose the breeze and harness the gale,
Cherish the harvest of what I have been.
Better the summit to scale.
Better the summit to be.
—Toni Morrison
We know ourselves to be part of mystery.
It is unspeakable.
It is everlasting.
It is for keeps.
—Joy Harjo, who has just been appointed the next U.S. poet laureate
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me—
That is my dream!
—Langston Hughes, born
#OTD
#BlackHistoryMonth
Whoever you are, no matter
how lonely,
the world offers itself
to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese,
harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing
your place
in the family of things.
—Mary Oliver
#PoemADay
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
—Edgar Allan Poe
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may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
—Lucille Clifton
"Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before."
—Audre Lorde, born
#OTD
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
—Maya Angelou
#MLKDay
#MLK90
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay
#April
#NationalPoetryMonth
Perhaps
the truth is that every song of this country
has an unsung third stanza, something brutal
snaking underneath us as we blindly sing
the high notes with a beer sloshing in the stands
—Ada Limón
@adalimon
#July4th
#IndependenceDay
with his very large hands,
perhaps, in all likelihood,
he put gently into the earth
some plants
—Ross Gay, writing in honor of Eric Garner, who died on this day in 2014
I worry that my friends
will misunderstand my silence
as a lack of love, or interest, instead
of a tent city built for my own mind
—Tarfia Faizullah
#PoemADay