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Hey, April is National Poetry Month in the US.
Whenever you dedicate a month or day to anything, it's an admission that you treat it like shit the rest of the year. (Eg: Woman's Day.)
I love poetry, & will honour this month by posting a poem I love every day till April 30.
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Whenever you dedicate a month or day to anything, it's an admission that you treat it like shit the rest of the year. (Eg: Woman's Day.)
I love poetry, & will honour this month by posting a poem I love every day till April 30.
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Today's poem: this miniature masterpiece by Stevie Smith, with perhaps the most memorable phrase in literature. Always gets me.
Today's poem is by Arun Kolatkar from his great collection 'Jejuri'.
It's one of my desert island books. Buy it when Amazon reopens after the lockdown! https://www.amazon.in/dp/1590171632/ref=cm_sw_r_apa_i_syXHEbPEEFWPD
It's one of my desert island books. Buy it when Amazon reopens after the lockdown! https://www.amazon.in/dp/1590171632/ref=cm_sw_r_apa_i_syXHEbPEEFWPD
My favourite book ever, bar none, is Mark Strand's incredible collection of prose poems, 'Almost Invisible'.
For poem of the day today, I offer you not one but four gems from there.
(Pick up his 'Collected Poems', which includes 'Almost Invisible'. A treasure!)
For poem of the day today, I offer you not one but four gems from there.
(Pick up his 'Collected Poems', which includes 'Almost Invisible'. A treasure!)
Bonus link: https://www.brainpickings.org/2015/03/16/mark-strand-dreams-collected-poems/
So fuckin' gorgeous, that poem.
So fuckin' gorgeous, that poem.
Poem of the day, which I am sure all women will relate to. 
The poem of the day is an old one, but with such heartbreaking resonance in these times.
The poem of the day is dedicated to all those Indian elites complaining about boredom, appliances not working, housework etc during this lockdown.
Today's poem of the day is not a cheerful one.
The poem of the day is an old favourite. Exquisite.
The poem of the day, of the things we take for granted...
The poem of the day -- and a comment, perhaps, on perspective?
Our world has now changed forever. We must recalibrate. We are not any more or less than what we were before this.
Our world has now changed forever. We must recalibrate. We are not any more or less than what we were before this.
The poem of the day is a translation of Kabir by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra.
The poem of the day...
Contender for the most beautiful poem of all time.
Poem of the day.
The poem of the day is one of my favourites. Kinda grim, but then life is grim...
The poem of the day is by the great Mary Oliver.
