No, really–every situation, such as “Ten Poems to Read When You Get Stuffed in Your Locker.”

Poet, shall this be all thy word?

Blow on us with a bolder breeze,

Until we rise, as having heard

The sob, the song of far-off seas.

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By Henry Cuyler Bunner

Coming this October, a poetry magazine called Knockout. Co-founding Editor Brett Ortler says “we’re donating half the money we get from our first issue to Sudanese relief organizations. Our lineup for #1’s pretty good — it’s all poetry, and it includes a number of former US Poets Laureate, National Book Award winners, in addition to unpublished writers.”

THREE school-girls pass this way each day:

Two of them go in the fluttery way

Of girls, with all that girlhood buys;

But one goes with a dream in her eyes . . . (from a poem by Hazel Hall)

Lately, I worry about nurturing the dreams in my little girls. I seem so naturally harsh and distant. I don’t want to be, but it’s like swimming against the current to change.

I’m just sitting here mulling over

What to do this dark, overcast day?

It was a night of the radio turned down low,

Fitful sleep, vague, troubling dreams.

I woke up lovesick and confused.

I thought I heard Estella in the garden singing

And some bird answering her,

But it was the rain. . . .

Taken from “This Morning,” by Charles Simic

They sit together on the porch, the dark almost fallen, the house behind them dark. . . .

The Guardian is seeking nominations for great lines of poetry.

“Who hath a book

Hath friends at hand . . .” quoth Sherry about a mysterious league of 600.

“Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of Hell

Rode the six hundred. . . .

When can their glory fade?”

When penitential grief has wept

O’er some foul dark spot,

One only stream, a stream of blood,

Can wash away the blot.

Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,

Unseal that cleansing tide;

We have no shelter from our sin

But in Thy wounded side.

(a modern hymn by Cecil Alexander)

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.

For want of a shoe the horse was lost.

For want of a horse the rider was lost.

For want of a rider the battle was lost.

For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.

And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.