Shout out to all my fellow late bloomers.

This poem haunts me and I’m grateful for it.

“Tell him / that it is we who are important” rings in my mind all the time

(see comment for a short explanation!)

Donne believed in Heaven, but he seems more interested in undermining Death by comparing it to sleep.

In conversation with Andrew Marvell and his poem, "To His Coy Mistress".

Poem was part of the Poetry in Passage project, posted in the Toronto Subway system.

Published in Seneca Review (https://senecareview.hws.edu)

While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,
My heart would brim with dreams about the times
When we bent down above the fading coals
And talked of the dark folk who live in souls
Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;
And of the wayward twilight companies
Who sigh with mingled sorrow and content,
Because their blossoming dreams have never bent
Under the fruit of evil and of good:
And of the embattled flaming multitude
Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame,
And, like a storm, cry the Ineffable Name,
And with the clashing of their sword-blades make
A rapturous music, till the morning break
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.

I am Singaporean ans started reading local anthogies this year after encountering several poems of sentimentality, which expressions i commiserate with.

How do you read poetry collections? Do you go from page 1 to the end in order or riffle and read randomly. Do you finish each book or it’s something which sampe a few pages each time and kind of never know whether you complete it.

(This kinda reminds of me music albums)

I’m writing a sonnet for my bf. I’m struggling to find things that rhyme with the word “cherub”. For reference, I have a south English accent.