The Literally, Darling team compiled some of our favorite poems for National Poetry Day. Tweet us your top picks at @litdarling!
by Sylvia Plath
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
by Marty McConnell
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Though it be darkness there;
But Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
“We fumble for words amidst cinders.”
– Christian Bok
We are the stuffed men
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
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