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Fun challenges curated by the Swell team. #AtoZPoetsChallenge
phil spade
@Phil · 1:46
#PoetryMonth | Letter B- Share your favorite poet! Join the AtoZ Poets Challenge
With that, let's get started and the poet we are going to share today is Billy Collins. Billy Collins, born in 1941, is an American poet, teacher and former Poet Laureate of the United States. Collins work is known for its accessibility, humor, and attention to the small details of everyday life. He has published over a dozen collections of poetry, and his work has been widely anthologized and translated into numerous languages
Hello. I love Billy Collins. So instead of another poet with b, I will add one more poem from him. This one is called morning. I'll just read the first couple of lines. Why do we bother with the rest of the day? The swale of the afternoon, the sudden dip into evening, the night with his notorious perfumes, his many pointed stars. This is the best throwing of the light covers feet on the cold floor and buzzing around the house on espresso
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 2:08
And every new poem that I read I'm like just falling more and more in love with her style and her voice. So I'm going to read. When you have forgotten Sunday the love story and when you have forgotten the bright bed clothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday and most especially when you have forgotten Sunday when you have forgotten sunday halves in bed
Laura L (she/her)
@Loloflow · 3:04
This is a person who empathizes and understands and sees through so much bullshit and isn't afraid at all to call any of it out, including his own, which I think is the epitome of badass. So I'm going to read one of my faves from bukowski fingernails, nostrils, shoelaces. The gas line is leaking, the bird is out of the cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures. benny got off the stuff and betty got a job as a waitress
Prabha Iyer
@PSPV · 1:34
You. Hello, everyone. Good morning. This is Prabha here. So today the letter B. So I want to share about a poet whose name is Yugan Berthold Friedrich Richard So. 1956 august 14 from East Berlin. German poet, playwright and a theoretical performer. Reformer whose epic theater departed from the conventions of theoretical illusions and developed the drama as a social and ideological forum for leftist causes
Swell Team
@Swell · 0:15
S. Sree
@studiosree · 0:52
This poem is by name letter B, professor or teacher who taught at the University of New Mexico for many years. And it's called because our waiters are hopeless romantics. I'm reading the first three stanzas, and this is my third attempt because some of the lines are a little tricky. So here goes again. The plates are broken after just one meal
For Mercy, pity, Peace and love is God our Father dear and Mercy, pity, Peace and love is man his child and care for Mercy has a human heart, pity, a human face and love the human from divine and peace the human dress then every man of every climb dad. Praise in his distress praise to the human from divine love, mercy, Pity, peace and all must love the human form in heathen Turk or Jew. Where mercy, love and pity dwell their goddess dwelling too
And so this day in 1942, I was 21 years old, sitting on a park bench with and like the other bums, when the war chariots rolled by. Soldiers on their way to war. And the soldiers saw me, hated me, began yelling and cursing at me, asking me what the h*** I thought I was doing, that I was the only young bum in the park. The soldiers wanted me to be going with them
