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...