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typewriter-worries · 1 month

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It's world poetry day so here are some (more) of my favorite poems:

What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade by Brad Aaron Modlin

All Trains Are Going Local by Timothy Liu

Rural Boys Watch the Apocalypse by Keaton St. James (@boykeats)

HOPE YOU’RE WELL. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS. by Lev St. Valentine (@dogrotpdf)

Time of Love by Claribel Alegría

Every Job Has a First Day by Rebecca Gayle Howell

ALL THAT WANTING, RIGHT? by Devin Kelly

Reading by A.R. Ammons

things i want to ask you by Helga Floros

Night Bird by Danusha Laméris

Prayer for Werewolves by Stephanie Burt

The Two Times I Loved You the Most In a Car by Dorothea Grossman

The Yearner by Rachel Long

If I Had Three Lives by Sarah Russell

I Dream on a Crowded Subway Train with My Eyes Open But My Body Swaying by Chen Chen

We Have Not Long to Love by Tennessee Williams

Jesus at the Gay Bar by Jay Hulme

Cracks by Dieu Dinh

and here's part one <3

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lunchboxpoems · 2 years

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WHAT YOU MISSED THAT DAY YOU WERE ABSENT FROM FOURTH GRADE

Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listen to the wind, how to find meaning in pumping gas, how peeling potatoes can be a form of prayer. She took questions on how not to feel lost in the dark After lunch she distributed worksheets that covered ways to remember your grandfather’s voice. Then the class discussed falling asleep without feeling you had forgotten to do something else— something important—and how to believe the house you wake in is your home. This prompted Mrs. Nelson to draw a chalkboard diagram detailing how to chant the Psalms during cigarette breaks, and how not to squirm for sound when your own thoughts are all you hear; also, that you have enough. The English lesson was that I am is a complete sentence. And just before the afternoon bell, she made the math equation look easy. The one that proves that hundreds of questions, and feeling cold, and all those nights spent looking for whatever it was you lost, and one person add up to something.

BRAD AARON MODLIN

#brad aaron modlin #poem #poetry

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the-moon-loves-the-sea · 18 days

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#brad aaron modlin #everyone at this party has two names #poetry #life

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rachelspoetrycorner · 3 months

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What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade (2016) by Brad Aaron Modlin

In Episode 267, Rachel brings the poem that made me want to do this blog!

Rachel: Usually when I read the poem of a poet that is currently practicing and publishing, I will reach out to them and let them know, "Hey, just so you know, we're gonna talk about your poem. I wanted you to know because I'm celebrating your work." But I feel like Brad is gonna be really let down if I reach out to him and say "Hey, we talked about your poem. We loved it. We also talked about haircuts for about 15 minutes in the middle."

Griffin: You know, but that's—is—what is that if not poetry?

Rachel: Maybe we should stop calling this segment the Poetry Corner and start calling it What Is...

Griffin: What Is That If Not Poe—

Rachel: What Is That?

Griffin: —If Not Poetry?

Rachel: If Not Poetry?

If you’d like to hear about Griffin's missing school so much being the actual reason for his imposter syndrome, you can do so here: What is a Short Podcast if Not Poetry, from 19:37 - 31:41

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alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry · 8 months

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I grew up in a family that did not tell

the story. I am listening to it now:

Even the morning you see a robin

flattened on the street, you hear

another in a tree, the notes

they’ve taught each other, bird

before bird before we were born.

And elsewhere, the rusty bicycle

carries the doctor all the way

across an island. He arrives in time.

Somewhere his sister adds water

to the soup until payday. And

over the final hill in a Southwestern

desert, a gas station appears. No,

the grief has not forgotten my name,

but this morning I tied

my shoelaces. Outside I can force

a wave at every face who might

need it. We might

spin till we collapse, but we still

have a hub: Even at dusk,

the sun isn’t going anywhere.

We have lamps. The story insists

it just looks like there’s only

enough oil to last one night.

One Candle Now, Then Seven More by Brad Aaron Modlin

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poems-from-around-the-world · 4 months

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What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade - Brad Aaron Modlin - USA

Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listen to the wind, how to find meaning in pumping gas,

how peeling potatoes can be a form of prayer. She took questions on how not to feel lost in the dark

After lunch she distributed worksheets that covered ways to remember your grandfather’s

voice. Then the class discussed falling asleep without feeling you had forgotten to do something else—

something important—and how to believe the house you wake in is your home. This prompted

Mrs. Nelson to draw a chalkboard diagram detailing how to chant the Psalms during cigarette breaks,

and how not to squirm for sound when your own thoughts are all you hear; also, that you have enough.

The English lesson was that I am is a complete sentence.

And just before the afternoon bell, she made the math equation look easy. The one that proves that hundreds of questions,

and feeling cold, and all those nights spent looking for whatever it was you lost, and one person

add up to something.

#Brad Aaron Modlin #What you missed that day you were absent from fourth grade #usa #poem #poetry #poems from around the world

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warlockofagnesi · 3 months

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Poem for the week: "What You Missed That Day You Were Absent From Fourth Grade," by Brad Aaron Modlin.

#poem for the week #poetry #What You Missed That Day You Were Absent From Fourth Grade #Brad Aaron Modlin

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 1 year

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#poetry #poem #brad aaron modlin

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tresori · 2 years

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WHAT YOU MISSED THAT DAY YOU WERE ABSENT FROM FOURTH GRADE

#brad aaron modlin #poetry #poem

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 2 years

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[Pádraig Ó Tuama] :: I missed the lesson on how not to worry. Here's what Brad Aaron Modlin missed. (From his gorgeous 2016 collection Everyone At This Party Has Two Names; Southern Missouri State University Press)

#Pádraig Ó Tuama #poem #poetry #Brad Aaron Modlin #What Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade

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litbowl · 1 year

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From Brad Aaron Modlin's book, Everyone at This Party Has Two Names.

#poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #poetry #poetry books #poems #poem of the day #poets corner #brad aaron modlin

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allyourprettywords · 2 years

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"One Candle Now, Then Seven More," Brad Aaron Modlin

I grew up in a family that did not tell the story. I am listening to it now:

Even the morning you see a robin flattened on the street, you hear

another in a tree, the notes they’ve taught each other, bird

before bird before we were born. And elsewhere, the rusty bicycle

carries the doctor all the way across an island. He arrives in time.

Somewhere his sister adds water to the soup until payday. And

over the final hill in a Southwestern desert, a gas station appears. No,

the grief has not forgotten my name, but this morning I tied

my shoelaces. Outside I can force a wave at every face who might

need it. We might spin till we collapse, but we still

have a hub: Even at dusk, the sun isn’t going anywhere.

We have lamps. The story insists it just looks like there’s only

enough oil to last one night.

#Brad Aaron Modlin #poem #poetry #tradition

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evadneares · 19 days

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I remember sitting on green fields covered by yellow dandelions, counting each head to sum up how I felt about growing up. The anxiety, I didn't have a word for it then, loomed over my head like a cloud. It never rained, the storm was yet to come, but for a small moment, a tiny blip in the infinite expanse of time, I felt ok. It was summer, the dandelions were blindingly yellow and the sky seemed to never end. Everything was ok.

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mottelotte · 7 months

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#Brad Aaron Modlin #poetry

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nsantand · 1 year

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Brad Aaron Modlin – O que você perdeu no dia em que faltou à quarta série

A Sra. Nelson explicou como ficar imóvel e ouvir / o vento, como encontrar sentido em encher o tanque, // como descascar batatas pode ser uma forma de oração. Ela respondeu / a perguntas sobre como não se sentir perdido no escuro. (...)

A Sra. Nelson explicou como ficar imóvel e ouviro vento, como encontrar sentido em encher o tanque, como descascar batatas pode ser uma forma de oração. Ela respondeua perguntas sobre como não se sentir perdido no escuro. Depois do recreio, ela distribuiu folhas de exercíciosque abordavam maneiras de como lembrar as vozes de nossos avôs. Em seguida, a turma discutiu sobre adormecersem sentir…

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#Brad Aaron Modlin #Nelson Santander

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askatknits · 1 year

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A Gathering of Poetry | 1.19.23

I first heard this poem a couple of years ago and late last year, I got myself a new book for my Poetry Library (Happy Birthday to ME!) and I was happily surprised to find it there as well. This poem is for teachers everywhere, who teach all the amazing things every single day. What You Missed That Day You Were Absent From Fourth Grade by Brad Aaron Modlin Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still…

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#a gathering of poetry #Brad Aaron Modlin #Poetry

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