Twilight is here, soft breezes bow the grass,
Day's sounds of various toil break slowly off.

—Emma Lazarus

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Listen to Chandanie Somwaru read “Doodh Pitthi // Cidium”
#PoemADay

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“This poem plays on the idea of consuming and being consumed. This poem calls forth the daughters who survive.”

—Chandanie Somwaru
#AboutThisPoem

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Wore a flower like Billie
Screamed in the range of Dinah

—Jayne Cortez, born #OTD in 1934

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My vast
terror at what I can’t hear,
at my ignorance, is untranslatable.

—Kaveh Akbar

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call it   //   cauldron  //  earth  of  winter  //   cut into  // 
dough  we  show  //  survived   daughters //  how to dip
 // their bodies  //   in milk //   we pray  //

––Chandanie Somwaru
#PoemADay

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who's in charge of this confusion
this gulf coast engulfment
this displacement

—Jayne Cortez, born #OTD in 1934

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Sometimes the day
                              light winces
                              behind you and it is
a great treasure

—Jorie Graham, former Chancellor, born #OTD in 1950

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Read today's #PoemADay : “Siri as Mother” by Hala Alyan

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We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.

—Charles Simic, former Chancellor, born #OTD in 1938

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He sang us back

to our home place from which we were stolen

in these smoky green hills.

—Joy Harjo, former Chancellor, born #OTD in 1951

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But the earth said last night that what I feel,
you feel; what secretly moves you, moves me.

—Mona Van Duyn, former Chancellor, born #OTD in 1921

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Listen to Hala Alyan read “Siri as Mother”
#PoemADay

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“Since entering motherhood, I have become fascinated by all the containers we have (and create) for mothering and being mothered.”

—Hala Alyan
#AboutThisPoem

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Sunbreak. The sky opens its magazine.

—Jorie Graham, former Chancellor, born #OTD in 1950

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Enter without knocking, hard-working ant.
I’m just sitting here mulling over
What to do this dark, overcast day?

—Charles Simic, former Chancellor, born #OTD in 1938

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I dream of a cobalt glow in an empty room.
I dream of your warm tongue. It calls and calls for me and not 
me and I listen anyway for the fluent coo of my name.

––Hala Alyan
#PoemADay

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