Christina Daub
@christinadaub.bsky.social
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Poet Founded The Plum Review Taught poetry at George Washington U, Writer’s Center & poets-in-the-schools Translates poetry from Spanish & German Supports PoetryXHunger
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Once in a while I write a funny poem. Hope this one makes you laugh.

It’s alongside a sad one, but that’s life, right?

#poetry
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#kiss #kissing
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Presence
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not so much looking for the shape
as being available
to any shape that may be
summoning itself through me
from the self not mine but ours.

- A. R. Ammons, "Poetics"
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“ I have traveled along the contours
of leaves that have no name.” 🍁

Arthur Sze, our new US Poet Laureate bringing in Fall. @librarycongress.bsky.social will be hosting his opening address this Thursday.
#poetry
The Shapes of Leaves
Have you felt the expanse and contours of grief along the edges of a big Norway maple?
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An October haiku from way back for #smallPoemSunday, published by UCity Review (also way back).
The weather is as clear today as when I wrote this.
October Sun

Glitter and sharpness
sever sky from crowns today.
No dulling the edge.
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Marianne Moore’s poem about the father she never met.
“Silence”
#poetry
Marianne Moore imaginative poem about the father she never met.
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“I come into the presence…”

timeless #poetry
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“My poetry frequently relies on memory, but it is not bound by it; and it is fine if I need to adapt an actual situation or make things up, because my commitment is to the imaginative truth.”

~Arthur Sze
in @mcsweeneys.net conversation
with Jesse Nathan
#poetry
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Congratulations, ARTHUR SZE, the twenty-fifth Poet Laureate of the United States! A longtime Copper Canyon poet, Sze will center the power of poetry and translation to “...deepen our attention, connect, and live more fully.”

Read more and discover Sze’s work at our website: https://bit.ly/4glCmd4
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Check out “America’s Future”
anthology of
#poetry and #prose
Grateful to editors @wwph.bsky.social
for including a poem of mine!
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Poets helping the hungry.
It works.

Check out PoetryXHunger.com
#poetry #hunger
#endhunger #stophunger #fighthunger
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“Be for me, like rain”

The Rain by Robert Creeley
#poetry
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Running into a poem you loved is like bumping an old friend at a pub. Thus do I find Robert Creeley's "The Rain," six stanzas I copied on the back of my AP econ spiral notebook in high school, and re-read often during that neolib seminar. Ooof the splendid enjambment of that “semi-/lust”
THE RAIN
All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quiet, persistent rain.
What am I to myself that must be remembered, insisted upon so often? Is it
that never the ease, even the hardness, of rain falling will have for me
something other than this, something not so insistent— am I to be locked in this final uneasiness.
Love, if you love me, lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain, the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
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—when the fruit is “difficult to reach”

Martha Silano’s
“I have thoughts fed by the sun,”
from Terminal Surreal
#poetry
Martha Silano’s 
I have thoughts fed by the sun,
from Terminal Surreal, Acre Books, 2025
#poetry
Reposted by Christina Daub
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From @danushalameris.bsky.social's book, Bonfire Opera.

#poem #books #writing
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Nothing more precious
about a word
than its shadow

#poetry by Ana Blandiana

#smallpoemsunday
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Ana Blandiana tr. Dan Duțescu
HUNTING

I've never run after words.
All I have sought
Was their long
Silvery shadows,
Dragged by the sun through the grass, Or drawn by the moon over the sea;
I've never hunted anything
But the words' shadows —
It is very skilful hunting
Learned from old folks
Who know
That there's nothing more precious
About a word
Than its shadow
And devoid of their shadows
Are the words that have sold their souls.

—translated by Dan Dutescu
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America breaking…
Great #poetry @kelliagodon.bsky.social
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Thanks for posting this beauty from @kelliagodon.bsky.social , Ali
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Today I'm reading - Magpies Recognize
Themselves in the Mirror
~ By Kelli Russell Agodon 🍂
America breaks my heart some days -
I watched a woman have a breakdown in the mall today/what l could see was all of us/Some days the sky is too bright. And like that, we were her-
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Who can tell at this hour seabirds from starlings…

Listening to Deborah Digges read
“Trapeze.” Love her #poetry
You can read it at poets.org as well.
Trapeze (audio only)
See how the first dark takes the city in its arms
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Reposted by Christina Daub
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Beyond grateful to @susanlleary.bsky.social for this post on WHERE SANDS RUN FINEST for Day 31 of the #SealeyChallenge.

Thank you for the love and all your support, Susan! 💙

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@sealeychallenge.bsky.social

#poetrycommunity
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Vikki C. 💙

from WHERE SANDS RUN FINEST (DarkWinter Press)

Day 31 - #SealeyChallenge

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Beyond The Knowing

Is it this world or the next?
Or the blue-green marble 
held out in a child's open palm?

How pristine light passes through 
and leaves as something boundless?

I see her pupil dilate with what must be wonder
— a constellated night no god has framed.

Today, we learn how small things hold an entire universe.
She is looking at me, through what men say is not the earth.
And I am looking back — just to be saved.
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Happiness itself
#poetry for #smallpoemsunday
The Breathing by Denise Levertov
Denise Levertov poem, The Breathing, broadside with a deer eating grass…
“ …happiness itself, a breathing
too quiet to hear.”
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Here’s to solace and grazing!
#poetry by Tina Kelley
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NEW POEM 263: "Wishes for Your Wednesday" by Tina Kelley

"Prayer has a hot and wet summer ahead,
so may your worries be as flimsy
as state park toilet paper.

May your Wednesday have all the calm hush
of this word: grazing
and this one: solace."

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#Poem #Poetry
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Exciting event last night @politicsprose.bsky.social celebrating the launch of “America’s Future” anthology #poetry and #prose featuring all kinds of talent from DC, Maryland and Virginia! Thank you, Jona & Caroline. The writers community fostered by @wwph.bsky.social is needed more than ever.
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Can’t wait to read it!