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Artificial Intelligence Will our eyes soon see what themselves see? Will our brains still think what they think? Will we still… TO THE DEAD POET OF OBSCURITY (In honor of the dead unpublished poet) Well done! You have won! You should not… THAT PLUM TREE There are jasmines in all these gardens. I remember that plum tree that blossomed In every breezy and… WITH A CHILD’S EYES I want to see the world with a child’s eyes, almond-shaped, clear, limpid, and innocent: a… The Seed of Poetry A poem is a small seed, a life that breathes while waiting for light. Where… Painting by Tyoma Wind of Solitude What wind of solitude, cunning and strange, is gusting wildly through this little night?… Painting by Rauf Janlbekov, Azerbaijan AGAINST THE TIDE Poetry seeks its path against the tide. It cannot change… Painting by Frans Minnaert, collection Ithaca Foundation I Can’t Love You I feel your beautiful heart, And I can sense… Painting Biagio Fortini, Italy Genesis Every poem begins in the morning, with the sun. Even if the poem is not visible…
831 | Artificial Intelligence
Friday June 12th, 2026
830 | TO THE DEAD POET OF OBSCURITY
Sunday May 31st, 2026
829 | THAT PLUM TREE
Friday May 15th, 2026
828 | WITH A CHILD’S EYES
Friday May 1st, 2026
827 | THE SEED OF POETRY
Monday April 13th, 2026
826 | Wind of Solitude
Wednesday April 8th, 2026
825 | AGAINST THE TIDE
Sunday March 15th, 2026
824 | I CAN’T LOVE YOU
Monday March 2nd, 2026
823 | GENESIS
Sunday February 15th, 2026
