Telling My Kids This Was The Dead Poets Society

for most people, st mark’s day came and went without note. it wasn’t a school holiday. no presents were exchanged. there were no costumes or festivals. there were no st mark’s day sales, no st mark’s day cards in the shops, no special television programmes that aired only once a year. no one marked april 25 on their calendar. in fact, most of the living were unaware that st mark even had a day named in his honour. but the dead remembered. if u even care.

• my mind has not been silent since you.

every single trope is better with sapphics btw

this is what it means to be human

Everything, Mary Oliver

The Breathing, Denise Levertov

A Prayer by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)

Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

Eating Together by Li-Young Lee

The Orange by Wendy Cope

The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón

To Go Mad, Paruyr Sevak

Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Peace XVIII, Khalil Gibran

Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")

Here and Now by Peter Balakian

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver

What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

You Are Tired (I Think) by E. E. Cummings

Living With the News by W.S.Merwin

What the Living Do by Marie Howe

how i want my days to look like

could i offer you some round bears in these trying times?

break my heart by Joy Harjo

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