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Being exposed to the profane done artfully and in a way that shows the humanness innate in blasphemy and heresy. This poem, by poet Sharon Olds, from her book Satan Says, was one of those experiences. That and The Pope's Penis, another of her poems.

Maybe I have been hobbled by growing up Catholic or putting women on pedestals because of all-boys school. But I have never swiped left or right on Tinder. I am no choir boy. I have had more than my fair share. But going through lovers has never been the way I have ever passed my time. It's neither sport nor a source of story or content. I feel like Sharon Olds gets my feelings perfectly right.

I don't know if I will ever have children. If I will ever be a parent. Sometimes a feel a longing. Sometimes I feel a lack. I probab;ly won't. It's not looking good.

I've had a couple amazing long distance relationships in my life and they were always so passionate. Sharon Olds is the best when it comes to passionate. She gets me.

I believe that Oatmeal is my first poem by Galway Kinnell and I think of it and him every time I cook up my Bob's Red Mill stone ground oats with milk and maple syrup.

This may very well be my favorite favorite poem by poet Galway Kinnell. It encompasses the heart of what I feel the poet was. His poetry elevates the base as divine, something with which I both agree and appreciate.

I don't have much of an instinct for marrying or having children. The only time I really felt a deep desire to become a husband and a father is after reading this beautiful poem by Galway Kinnell

I blame Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, Sharon Olds, and Galway Kinnell for my love of poetry. Here's one of Kinnell's most famous and most lovely poems.

Surely one of my favorite poems. Amazing. My four favorite poets are Sharon Olds, Galway Kinnell, Emily Dickinson, and Walt Whitman--there are more but these are the top-4.

I wake up at 6:30 AM for only one reason and that's because Garrison Keillor is on then as the mellifluous reader-of-poetry on the daily Writer's Almanac. I rarely feel compelled to follow-up, but this poem has been in my Palm's to-do list since it was aired. I hope you enjoy it. Be sure to listen to it read by Garrison Keillor.