a poem a day, more or less
All
the craziness,
All the empty plots,
All the ghosts and fears,
All the grudges and sorrows have
Now
Passed.
I must have inhaled
A strange
Feather
That finally
Fell
Out.
— Hafiz
The Gladdest Thing is meant to be a repository of good poems. You can read them here, or subscribe to have them emailed to you as new poems are posted. The site is maintained by Michelle McGinnis.
"The Gladdest Thing" is a phrase from Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem "Afternoon on a Hill".
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