Found Poetry
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Maud 1 (1900)
“And her smile had all that I dreamed.” “The world is bitter…” “Aye, but a smile could make it sweet.” The dreadful hollow behind the little wood. My heart of stone. Here, half hidden in the gleaming dew, where I hear the midday moan into evening. Here, the shiver of dancing leaves is thrown about…
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Looking at my fear
Another morning waking up with a tight chest and clenched jaw.
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Promise of Great Wealth in Ores and Earths | Found Poem
A found poem from Mary Hunter Austin’s 1903 book The Land of Little Rain.
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Book Reviewer, Fickle Demons | Found Poem
A found poem from Elizabeth Hardwick’s 1959 Harper Magazine article “The Decline of Book Reviewers.”
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Found Poems
The essence of found poetry is crafting new expressions from existing texts, reflecting a belief in shared ideas from collective human experiences rather than original concepts.
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Rearrangement Origins
A memory of a memory of how this journey began. The feeling is with me now, but the details escape me.
Deanna Oudelha, MA 