I’ve enjoyed reading poetry ever since I was little. I very occasionally write it, but wasn’t really doing either thing very often until a few months ago.

But the delight of a new poem every morning has been my privilege ever since I subscribed to Matthew Ogle’s Pome. Here’s yesterday’s:

The water is clear all the way down.
Nothing ever polished it. That is the way it is.

Keizan Jōkin
trans. W. S. Merwin

It comes as a daily email—sometimes longer, sometimes brief, always a delight. And a much better way to start the morning than normal typical email or social media.

Poetry is an often-neglected corner of literature, even though it came before. And I can’t see a reason it can’t outlast it, too.

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