— for those ready to see differently

Awaken your
poetic eye

You were born knowing how to wonder. Somewhere along the way, the world trained it out of you. This is a place to find it again—through poems that have outlived their makers, and the quiet act of reading slowly.

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Featured Poem In Stillness

 I DWELL in PossibilityA fairer house than Prose,More numerous of windows, 

"Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul

Emily Dickinson

I celebrate myself, and sing myself

Walt Whitman

Featured Poem

In Stillness

 I DWELL in PossibilityA fairer house than Prose,More numerous of windows,Superior of doors. 

Emily Dickinson

"A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words."

Sylvia Plath

The world wants everything boxed in.

Quantified. Templated. Optimized. A bland knock-off of a knock-off. Everything formatted for speed, nothing left for mystery.

But you were born with a poet's sensibility—the ability to sit with ambiguity, to revel in what you can't quite name, to notice the strangeness hiding in ordinary things.

It's still in you. Poetry can bring it back.

Not by teaching you to write. By inviting you to read—slowly, attentively, the way these words were meant to be received.

About This Place

A library of margins

This site began with a book—Gaston Bachelard's Poetics of Space—and the verses sprinkled through its pages. One thing led to another, and a reader fell back in love with poetry. These poems belong to no one, which means they belong to you.

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"Do I dare disturb the universe?"

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep"