Hi, I'm hoping someone might be able to recommend me a poetry collection. I'm feeling quite disillusioned with life at the moment and need something small, gentle, heartfelt and authentic. Thank you in advance!

I'm building this anthology as part of a uni assignment, and would ideally release it online when I figure out the logistics. I was just putting this post up not only for recommendations on trans poets and poetry, but also if anyone here had written any poetry on their own experiences as a trans person, and wouldn't mind having their work included in the anthology.

im very new poetry but i really like his stuff, im interested in more experienced opinions if you will

This poem was recited by Stephen Colbert during a pre-show audience Q&A segment of The Late Show, and is available to listen to on The Late Show Pod Show podcast, episode "Stephen's Audience Q&A: Parenting Advice", April 21 2023, in the last two minutes of the episode.

What's interesting about this poem is the author is unknown. Stephen recites from memory, claiming it was written by a friend-of-a-friend in college who wrote sonnets, but he later posts an addendum to that episode saying he reached out to that friend and they said they never wrote this poem, and so Stephen has asked anyone with information on the author of this poem to contact him.

The Farthest Wall

When Father died
He built a spacious wing,
But blew a castle wall away to do it.
Then, only left the frame for his young king
To make his own and to sometimes wander through it.
That day I left the weeping house alone
And stood beneath the open skies
As the winds swept through the open stone -
I stood the cold and stood against its cries.
For years I've been avoiding your new hall,
While gaining strength
And learning carpentry,
Wondering how you built the farthest wall,
That I might furnish my own family,
And tender yet another prince of fools,
And make him strong,
And leave him all my tools.

Good Council of Chaucer Flee from the press, and dwell with soothfastness; Suffice thee thy good, though it be small; For hoard hath hate, and climbing tickleness, Press hath envy, and weal is blent o'er all, Savour no more than thee behove shall; Read well thyself, that other folk canst read; And truth thee shall deliver, it is no dread.

Paine thee not each crooked to redress, In trust of her that turneth as a ball; Great rest standeth in little business: Beware also to spurn against a nail; Strive not as doth a crocke with a wall; Deeme thyself that deemest others' deed, And truth thee shall deliver, it is no dread.

What thee is sent, receive in buxomness; The wrestling of this world asketh a fall; Here is no home, here is but wilderness. Forth, pilgrim! Forthe beast, out of thy stall! Look up on high, and thank thy God of all! Weive thy lust, and let thy ghost thee lead, And truth thee shall deliver, it is no dread.

Bit of an odd request and probably a long shot, but the source text of a piece of translation that I'm working on is quoting Yves Bonnefoy's poem "Hello? Hello?" from "Ursa Major". I found almost all the lines I need in English by trawling through Google, but I'm missing a small part. Does anyone happen to have the book and/or know the few lines that follow this section:

Hello? Hello?

I would like to speak with you.
Who are you?
Red, a sky that is all red.
Have you another name?

I thought I'd try Reddit before admitting defeat and shelling out £15 to buy the hard cover of the book just for those few lines...