When I read a poem a very good poem


a poem I wish i’d written

happy someone else did

when I read a poem that is all

that a poem can be doesn’t happen

all that often like meeting someone

you actually love i want to give

that very poem to you




Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. Esther, I married that man and you make me see the blessing in all of it by sharing this beautiful Ellen Bass poem. And your poems make my mornings when they come scuttling in to my inbox, when I laugh or smile or commiserate, and wish I’d written what you wrote. What’s not to love?! Love to you–

  2. I’m always thrilled to find an Ellen Bass poem in the pages of the New Yorker whose poetry editor has a much broader taste in poetry than I. On the other hand, I always love the daily poem I find here. Guaranteed.

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