Welcome to the Poetry Nap Blog

Let the poet be thy muse! To honor the poets and their timeless artistry, we will publish the poems from our Poetry Nap adventures for you to read again and again. We will also share other gems of music and musing. Please be sure to join the mailing list to receive your weekly Poetic Perk, our gift of a poem in your inbox every Tuesday morning.

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Sleeping in the Forest · by Mary Oliver

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens…

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Native Moments · by Walt Whitman

NATIVE moments! when you come upon me—Ah you are here now! Give me now libidinous joys only! Give me the drench of my…

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Sonnet XII · by Pablo Neruda

Full being, flesh apple, hot moon, thick smell of seaweed, mud and light in masquerade, what secret clarity opens through…

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i like my body when it is with your body · by e.e. cummings

i like my body when it is with your body.  It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body.…

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Ode to Wine · by Pablo Neruda

Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine,…

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How Badly We Need Love · by Michael McClure

HOW BADLY we need love to invent it. WE pretend to be billowing clouds of flesh giving morning kisses on the backs of our…

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Sweet Spring · by ee cummings

Sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love” (all the merry little…

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A Forest of Horses · by Michael McClure

A FOREST OF HORSES is where I am IN YOUR EYES and you have handed me your love with your smiles and tears and my heart in…

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Ode to a Woman Gardening · by Pablo Neruda

Yes, I knew that your hands were the sweet dianthus, the silvery lily: knew that you were allied with the soil, with the…

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Let’s Voyage into the New American House · by Richard Brautigan

There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows that want to be…

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