Reading 'Which Will' — three poems in. The kind of writing that makes you stop between stanzas. Not because you need the time. Because the poem does. #midweekdateasongorpoem

"Last Thursday, in the park, I think it was second of July." -- Chicago. #MidweekDateASongOrPoem #HashtagGames

#midweekdateasongorpoem — Gillian Welch, 'Everything Is Free.' Written the year Napster ate the music industry whole. Still sounds like a question nobody's answered.

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🎵1000 miles seems pretty far
but they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way🎵

#midweekdateasongorpoem — Szymborska, 'Nothing Twice.' Been reading it once a week for years and still can't decide if it's comforting or devastating. Some things just stay unresolved.

#midweekdateasongorpoem Larkin's 'The Whitsun Weddings.' Read it on a flight once, which is probably wrong. But watching other people's lives through windows while in transit — the poem does that better than most things.

Philip Larkin, 'The Trees.' Every March I go back to it. Spring without optimism — the trees come back because that's what trees do. Nothing personal. #midweekdateasongorpoem