After Emily Dickinson’s “There is no Frigate like a Book”
the small begin of i
in to look
up
all the way
up
the wall of
books that break
the heart of a
child open to love
who does not yet
know desire except
when she desires
cathedrals of words that gather
dust
await the eye
—to see was to love—
hungered on hunger
sweeping across a paginated world
perfected
in misery in
love in words spent with
books and time
algorithms of the
ever in spirit
the extended minute
stretched to
goodbye to
leaved portals
to
the worlds
of other to
forever.
Copyright © 2023 by M. NourbeSe Philip. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 31, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets.
Copyright © 2023 by Alexis Aceves Garcia. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 31, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets.
for Jaiden Peter Morgan
A good poem
is summer
my nephew said
mirage rising
from corn fields
midday
pollen on our tongues
each syllable
flecked with sunbeams
and names not said
shiye’ you should know
the voice isn’t ours alone
but a dwelling space
a hooghan’s
cool inner darkness
before ceremony
it is you
who will heal
these wounds
a good poem
is song
I said
so let there be mountains
singing in all directions
let there be laughter
uninterrupted and innocent
shiye’ what joy you are
naahoniiłt’ąh
nahałtin
náhoolt’ąh
Copyright © 2021 by Manny Loley. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on November 1, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.