A Quiet Place for Poetry
By Heart
Open a poem, read it aloud, and let the page follow your voice line by line. No streaks, no noise—just you, the poem, and the room you're in.
A poem is waiting
I met a traveller from an antique land,Who said—Two vast and trunkless legsStand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
The page listens and follows along, one line at a time.
