And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress—

—Charlotte Brontë, born #OTD in 1816

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Read today's #PoemADay : “The Park” by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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We unstave the winter’s tangle.
Sad tomatoes, sullen sky.

—Tess Taylor

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Listen to “The Park” by Ralph Waldo Emerson
#PoemADay

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“[P]oetry is organic. We cannot know things by words and writing, but only by taking a central position in the universe and living in its forms. [. . .] Poetry must be affirmative. It is the piety of the intellect.”

—Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Humans and animals
Are kin.
Humans and animals and glaciers
Are kin.

—Craig Santos Perez

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Enchanters! enchantresses! 
    Your gold makes you seem wise;
The morning mist within your grounds
    More proudly rolls, more softly lies.

––Ralph Waldo Emerson
#PoemADay

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Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.

—Charlotte Brontë, born #OTD in 1816

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In a blue sheen of moon over the bones and under the hanging honeycomb the bees come home and the bees sleep.

—Carl Sandburg

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Read today's #PoemADay : “Four Freedoms Park” by Monica Youn

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That streetlight looks like the slicked backbone
            of a dead tree in the rain,

—Dorianne Laux, Academy Chancellor

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Poetry & the Creative Mind is just 10 days away! Join us for moving readings by Carrie Coon, Merve Emre @merveatim, National Student Poet Miles Hardingwood, Rebecca Hall, Rev. Adriene Thorne, & more to celebrate #NationalPoetryMonth . April 30 @ 7:30pm ET. RSVP free:

Listen to Monica Youn read “Four Freedoms Park”
#PoemADay

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“The FDR Memorial in Four Freedoms Park, a luxurious geometry of honed granite, is the play/picnic ground for local families [. . .] and the promise of a car-free, crime-free New York City neighborhood.”

––Monica Youn
monsteryoun 윤영나
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This is the map of the forsaken world.
This is the world without end
where forests have been cut away from their trees.

—Linda Hogan

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Then—as if someone had switched on a black light in the sky—

the traceries of dread just visible all around her, the curving
       trajectories of each possible disaster

once seen, now indelible

––Monica Youn
monsteryoun 윤영나
#PoemADay

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Always I am in love. Face to face with the sun. Face to face with the moon.

—Elizabeth Jacobson

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We want to thank the following 2024 #NationalPoetryMonth sponsors who help make possible the largest literary celebration in the world: NYSCA, Nightboat Books, & @NorthwesternUP.

Each fall the graves of my grandfathers call me, the brown
hills and red gullies of mississippi send out their electric
messages, galvanizing my genes.

—Etheridge Knight, born #OTD in 1931

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Read today's #PoemADay : “17 Kinds of Hungry” by Adrian Matejka

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