I've been obsessed with this collection of poetry called Poetry Unbound: 50 Poems to Open Your World by Pádraig Ó Tuama. I bought the audiobook for a trip knowing nothing more than the title.

From my journal: On the plane/close my eyes/relax my hands/ press play. It's familiar words, my former poetry teacher, mystical, brilliant. She is speaking to me. Her voice/not her voice/ every voice: 

I pray for this to be my way: sweet

work alluded to in the body's position to its paper:

left hand, right hand

like an open eye, an eye closed:

one hand flat against the trapdoor,

the other hand knocking, knocking.

- Aracelis Girmay.

Her class was just as magical as those words. Poetry was a place both sweet and haunting. It makes us question, think and feel.   Pádraig Ó Tuama chose poets from all around the world who accomplish all that. We are different. We are the same.

I have studied under, watched, read and listened to most of the poets in this...