Poetry holds what can’t be said. It can’t be paraphrased. It can’t be translated. The great poetry I love holds the mystery of being alive. It holds a kind of basket of words that feels inevitable. [Marie Howe, in an interview with Krista Tippett]

Marie explains what I cannot by making poetry a way to acknowledge and remember a moment in time. The only way to embody that space is to put words to the way it feels to be alive right then. I often have those moments, moments where I want to remember the feeling or even the very basic idea of being alive in that instant. This desire for time to stop, this deep longing for awareness of the time and place – this is poetry.

Here you will find a collection of my favorite poems as I come across them. This new appreciation for the magic of poetry has inspired me to write a few myself, and I plan to share these with you as well.