— where words wait for you

Where poems
linger

Poetry sits close to feelings that defy language. These are poems that have outlived their makers—gathered here for slow reading.

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Featured Poem In Stillness

 I DWELL in PossibilityA fairer house than Prose,More numerous of windows, 

"Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul

Emily Dickinson

I celebrate myself, and sing myself

Walt Whitman

Featured Poem

In Stillness

 I DWELL in PossibilityA fairer house than Prose,More numerous of windows,Superior of doors. 

Emily Dickinson

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."

Robert Frost

The world moves fast. Poetry doesn't.

That's the point.

These poems ask nothing of you except attention. They don't optimize, explain, or sell.

They simply wait.

For you to notice what you've been missing.

About This Place

A library of margins

This site began with a book—Gaston Bachelard's Poetics of Space—and the verses sprinkled through its pages. One thing led to another, and a reader fell back in love with poetry. These poems belong to no one, which means they belong to you.

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"Do I dare disturb the universe?"

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep"