There is so much heartbreak and sorrow in the world. If poetry comforts you or if it is an outlet that lets you channel what you’re feeling right now, I encourage you to turn to your notebook and your inner voice. However, if you don’t have the space for that at this time, that is OK, too. Your poems are there, inside you. They will wait for you.
Louise Glück died this week, and I keep thinking about the way her voice cuts through time and feels immediate and also eternal somehow. “The Night Migrations” from Averno is a poem where I feel this way, especially.