"I have a feeling that my boat has struck, down there in the depths, against a great thing." Juan Ramón Jiménez was born on this day in 1881. Here, Marie Howe reads his poem "Oceans."

"Can you imagine the number of bouquets, how many slices of cake? Even now, my husbands plan a great meal for us—one chops up some parsley, one stirs a bubbling pot on the stove." Happy birthday to @nezhukumatathil.bsky.social!

For the day that's in it, my poem Midwinter from my third collection Pit Lullabies performed by Ayesha Ostler & recorded by the lovely folks at @brinkerhoffpoetry.bsky.social @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social youtu.be/eE1DSoRfrck?...

"That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang..." Simon Callow performs William Shakespeare's "Sonnet 73" in our latest poem film.

"What is left of me? The songs I sang to keep from sleeping sound like nothing more than rain." Happy birthday to @sadqueer4life.bsky.social! www.brinkerhoffpoetry.org/poems/i-am-d...

"As I ate I asked dictionary what is difficult about love?" Shakeel Haakim performs Raymond Antrobus' "To Sweeten Bitter" in a 2024 poem film created with Royal Academy of Dramatic Art (RADA).

"Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness." James Wright was born on this day in 1927. Here, Campbell McGrath reads his poem "A Blessing."

Cuirim mo dhóchas ar snámh // I place my hope on the water Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh performs Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill's poem "Ceist na Teangan (The Language Issue)" in a new film that premiered last month at @dinglelit.bsky.social.

We're thrilled to be supporting @poetryireland.bsky.social's Poet in Residence program. Our congratulations to Sean Borodale!

"The poets, my friend, are where they have always been— living in paper houses without countries, along rivers and in forests that are disappearing." Tishani Doshi, born #OnThisDay. @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social

"You can still feel the community pack This place: it’s like going into a turfstack, A core of old dark walled up with stone A yard thick." Sodiq Ajibola Abiola performs Seamus Heaney's "In Gallarus Oratory" in a new film that premiered last month at @dinglelit.bsky.social.

"Carried her unprotesting out the door. Kicked back the casket-stand. But it can't hold her, That stuff and satin aiming to enfold her, The lid's contrition nor the bolts before." Gwendolyn Brooks died 25 years ago on this day.

We're proud to once again be supporting PoetryFest at the Irish Arts Center. Join in for readings and conversations by poets of Ireland, Northern Ireland, and North America from December 5th through 7th. irishartscenter.org/...

"Here in my native inland sea From pain and sickness would I flee And from its shores and island bright Gather a store of sweet delight." Jane Johnston Schoolcraft, "Lines Written at Castle Island, Lake Superior"

"Hundreds of finches in road resting, drinking from puddles." @katedurbin.bsky.social performs Michael Earl Craig's poem "Driving Home" in this week's new poem film.

Do join us if you are in Dingle tomorrow evening, Saturday 22nd. Just one of a wonderful programme of events for the @dinglelit.bsky.social @brinkerhoffpoetry.bsky.social @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social @poetryireland.bsky.social www.eventbrite.ie/e/poetry-is-...

From Hala Alyan's book, The Twenty-Ninth Year: bookshop.org/a/862/9781328511942 #poem #booksky #writing

What you must manage is to bring to mind A landscape not worth looking at, some bleak Champaign at dead November’s end, its grass As dry as lichen, and its lichens grey. Richard Wilbur, "Walking to Sleep"

"We need no runners here. Booze is law and all the Indians drink in the best tavern. Money is free if you're poor enough." James Welch was born on this day in 1940. Here, M. L. Smoker reads his poem "Harlem, Montana: Just Off the Reservation."

God what a poem. From Marie Howe's book, What the Living Do: bookshop.org/a/862/9780393318869 #poem #booksky #writing

I like the lady horses best, how they make it all look easy, like running 40 miles per hour is as fun as taking a nap, or grass. I like their lady horse swagger, after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up! Ada Limón, "How To Triumph Like a Girl" www.brinkerhoffpoetry.org/poems/how-to...

We’re happy to share that New Zealand's Aotearoa Poetry Film Festival has selected six of our films for their festival this year! Congratulations to poets and performers Hala Alyan, Freddie Fox, Stephen James Smith, Cornelius Eady, Willie Perdomo, and Jenny Xie.

Manhattan is a Lenape word. Even a watch must be wound. How can a century or a heart turn if nobody asks, Where have all the natives gone? @nataliediaz.bsky.social, "Manhattan is a Lenape Word"

"It works, there is nothing wrong with it. You have a hole, it’s a poultice. You have an eye, it’s an image. My boy, it’s your last resort." Brontez Purnell performs Sylvia Plath's poem "The Applicant" in a new film directed by Jean Coleman.

I cannot sing, because when a child, My mother often hushed me. The others she allowed to sing, No matter what their melody. Edward Nathaniel Harleston, "I Cannot Sing"

Headed to LitFilm 2025 at @bklynlibrary.bsky.social this week? Catch our film of @jallenpaisant.bsky.social's reading of Wislawa Szymborska's "The Silence of Plants" on Saturday 11/15, accompanying the Szymborska documentary Life is bearable. At times.

"The pear tree that last year was heavy laden this year bears little fruit. Was it that wet spring we had?" James Schuyler was born #OnThisDay in 1923. Watch Padraig Regan's performance of Schuyler's poem "Shimmer."

"The sea rose angrily. It knew that freedom here was short." Declan O'Connor reads John Robert Lee's "Skeete's Bay, Barbados" in the final film in this year's collaboration with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.

"Each day is a threshold of the same dream. I awake to the clatter of leaves, a frayed dawn cawing in its wooden cage." Jennifer Elise Foerster, "The Outskirts"

This month, we’ve partnered with @dinglelit.bsky.social to bring you two events featuring our films! dinglelit.ie

We are delighted to share that we are part of the collaborative contributing to the Literary Arts Fund, a new initiative of $50M that will be providing grants to US literary arts nonprofits supporting publishing and writing. Learn more at literaryartsfund.org.

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk. John Keats, born #OnThisDay in 1795.

"We are alone because the dead are alone." James Byrne performs Michael Hartnett's poem "For Edward Hartnett" in a film created with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.

In the thistledown fall, He sings towards anguish; finches fly In the claw tracks of hawks On a seizing sky. Dylan Thomas was born #OnThisDay in 1914.

"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main." Obioma Ugoala performs John Donne's "No man is an island" from Meditation XVII in a film created with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.

I once that lov’d the shady woods so well, Now thought the rivers did the trees excel, And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell. Anne Bradstreet, "Contemplations"

"But nothing whatever is by love debarred, The common and banal her heat can know." Patrick Kavanagh was born #OnThisDay in 1904. Here, Aaron Monaghan performs his poem "The Hospital."

Deadline Extended: Poet in Residence 2025-2027 🖌 We have extended the deadline to apply for the role of Poet in Residence 2025-2027 to Friday 31st October at 5:00 p.m. For more details visit www.poetryireland.ie/education/ne... Supported by @brinkerhoffpoetry.bsky.social

It must’ve been the third trimester when my mother put down seeds at the side of the house still under construction. Desiree C. Bailey, "Ma and the Snake"

“I hear that song, that unending crescendo, feels like I’m the one who’s unbreakable.“ We are deeply saddened by the loss of Jubi Arriola-Headley. Our condolences to the Miami poetry community and to the many who knew and cared about him.

Rest in Peace, dear Jubi Arriola-Headley

The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come. The expense Is what one thought, and something more— One’s being and intelligence. Yvor Winters, born #OnThisDay in 1900. www.brinkerhoffpoetry.org/poems/at-the...

"That night, the young doctor with the black moustache too close to me at 2 a.m., his breath in my ear, whispering – Something has to be done about the Irish." Martina Evans performs her poem "Clinical Indications" in our latest poem film with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.

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Join us as our new Poet in Residence 2025-2027 🖌 We are looking for our third Poet in Residence at Poetry Ireland as we move back home to No. 11 Parnell Square. For more details on the role and how to apply visit www.poetryireland.ie/education/ne... Supported by @brinkerhoffpoetry.bsky.social

"Mysterious shapes, with wands of joy and pain, Which seize us unaware in helpless sleep, And lead us to the houses where we keep Our secrets hid, well barred by every chain That we can forge and bind." Helen Hunt Jackson, born #OnThisDay in 1830.

"It is October, I have returned the jellyfish to the sea. You’ve been given another chance said the doctor (strange term for anyone on the brink of divorce)." James Byrne performs his poem "The Overmind" in a new film created with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.

"Good Morning — Midnight — I'm coming Home — Day — got tired of Me — How could I — of Him?" Emily Dickinson, from "Good Morning — Midnight —"

"My heart is like an opal, flashing fire And flaming gleams of pointed light At thy approach; or lying cold and white When thou art gone." Ruth Muskrat Bronson, born #OnThisDay in 1897.

"Every old man I see In October-coloured weather Seems to say to me 'I was once your father.'" Declan O'Connor performs Patrick Kavanagh's "Memory of My Father" in our latest film created with @irishculturalcentr.bsky.social.