Dame life, tho' fiction out may trick her, And in paste gems and frippery deck her; Oh! flickering, feeble, and unsicker I've found her still, Ay wavering like the willow wicker, 'Tween good and ill.

This poem embodies that sort of intense, fleeting crush you get on someone that feels as though you know them from a past life. You know nothing about them, only what you imagine them to be like.

My guest this week on Poetry from Daily Life is Constance (Connie ... a second-grade boy rose from his seat as I was introducing a poem and called out, “Don’t talk, just do the poems!” ...

SBS Sinhala radio discussion which features Sinhala books from Australia, presents a collection of short poems titled "Natu" ...

The Princess of Wales hasn't appeared publicly in 11 days but broke her silence with an Instagram post she personally signed, ...