Multi-award-winning poet Don Mee Choi will be making a rare visit to the UK to give this year's Poetry Society Annual Lecture on Thursday 9 May 2024, 7pm.
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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
Judi Dench was on Graham Norton last night to push her new book about her life and work with Shakespeare. After making the point we quote Shakespeare daily without knowing it, this happened:
Like the whole poetry community, we are in shock and distress at today's news. The Poetry Café at 22 Betterton Street in London will be open today to hold space for anyone who wants to sit and be together. We will provide hot drinks. All are welcome to drop in from 5pm til late.
#280characters
This is just to say... William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
And the winner of the National Poetry Competition 2020 is...
Marvin Thompson for the poem 'The Fruit of the Spirit is Love (Galatians 5:22)'!
#npcawards2020
As our thoughts remain with Gboyega Odubanjo, his family and friends, we wanted to share some personal reflections. Wayne Holloway-Smith, editor of The Poetry Review shares his here:
If you have thoughts you'd like to share, please add them below.
no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
[…]
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
Home, Warsan Shire
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Emily Dickinson
“I now stir the skies”
We are so sad to learn of the death of poet Jean Binta Breeze, much loved Jamaican-Londoner. Sharing below, her poem Rising, recently displayed on the tube as a Poems on the Underground poster.
Ocean Vuong, the award-winning poet who came to the US with his family aged two as a refugee from Vietnam, is one of seven writers to be awarded a so-called “genius grant” of $625,000 (£504,000) by the MacArthur Foundation.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
200 years of Keats's To Autumn
Poets of Twitter. All poets have a lack of confidence from time to time and not sure if they'll ever write another (good) one. What words of advice would YOU give?
World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.
Louis Macneice
This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath, the door
of a vanished house left ajar
Margaret Atwood
#SnowWatch
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
Wallace Stevens
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
Happy 80th birthday Joan Baez
Diamonds and Rust
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes
Langston Hughes
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
💚💚💚 Our latest magazines were posted in compostable, polythene-free bags, (mainly potato & maize starch) - so when it degrades it won't leave microplastics in the soil or watercourse.
@PoetrySociety
members - did you notice? what do you think?
Pic 'recycled' from
@Memashma
Ariana Reines
@arianareines
wins the $100,000 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award for 2020 at Claremont Graduate University. Tiana Clark’s
@TianaClarkPoet
'I Can’t Talk About the Trees Without the Blood' wins the 2020 Kate Tufts Discovery Award.
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don’t mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
- Ferlinghetti
let me be this unguarded always
speaking without need of words
because breath is the oldest language
any of us know
Kayo Chingonyi, from A Blood Condition.
Hear Kayo read on 30 November from 7pm at our Poetry Society zoom reading.
Your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
Bukowski
The National Poetry Competition 2021 is now launched! Judges
@rachelnalong
, David Constantine and Fiona Benson are looking for poems which tell the truth, catch the heart and tilt the world. Artwork: Whooli Chen
#nationalpoetrycompetition
#getwriting
The Poetry Society is pleased to announce that the award-winning poet Wayne-Holloway Smith will be taking up the position of Editor at
#ThePoetryReview
.
Read more here:
I come and stand at every door
But none can hear my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead for I am dead
I’m only seven though I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I’m seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow...
#Hiroshima75
'You'll have to die to get these texts': Ocean Vuong’s next manuscript to be unveiled in 94 years time
Vietnamese-American author and poet joins Margaret Atwood, David Mitchell and Karl Ove Knausgård to lock away work in Norway to be published in 2114
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
“Late Fragment”
#poem
by Raymond Carver
Big love to everyone who came together at the Poetry Cafe tonight to share tales of Gboyega - especially the kind soul who dropped by specially to bring a bounty of fruit and biscuits for everyone. Such warmth and such sadness.
Like the whole poetry community, we are in shock and distress at today's news. The Poetry Café at 22 Betterton Street in London will be open today to hold space for anyone who wants to sit and be together. We will provide hot drinks. All are welcome to drop in from 5pm til late.
FEAR
By Charles Simic
Fear passes from man to man
Unknowing,
As one leaf passes its shudder
To another.
All at once the whole tree is trembling
And there is no sign of the wind.
Auden: “I don’t go along with all this talk of a generation gap. We’re all contemporaries. Anyone walking this earth at this moment. There’s a certain difference in memories, that’s all. We’re all contemporaries, facing contemporary problems.”
Meet The Poetry Review Summer 2023!
Featuring Kim Addonizio, Caroline Bird, Mimi Khalvati, Eve Esfandiari-Denney, Momtaza Mehri, Padraig Regan and many more…
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The family of Gboyega Odubanjo have released a statement (in thread below) and also created a page to accept contributions to honour him in a new Foundation and cover final arrangements.
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
ee cummings
"It wasn’t my fault, the things he made
could be undone so easily –
and we would keep losing connection."
The winner of the Geoffrey Dearmer Prize, judged by Ocean Vuong, is Raymond Antrobus (
@RaymondAntrobus
) for his poem 'Sound Machine'! Read more at:
Announcement time: The 2018 National Poetry Competition will be judged by... Kei Miller, Kim Moore and Mark Waldron!
Win up to £5000 and publication in The Poetry Review and winners' anthology. The judges read all entries: enter now at !
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun
I will love thee still, my dear
While the sands o’ life shall run
And fare thee weel, my only luve
And fare thee weel awhile
And I will come again, my luve
Though it were ten thousand mile
#BurnsNight2019
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@youngpoetsnet
and our Poets in Schools service.
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Kaveh Akbar
@KavehAkbar
: Poems are rarely on the side of power. What would a poem in praise of the political status quo look like? A brochure? White text on a red baseball cap?