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.
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.