# Yale College Poets Reading Series!
**Source**: https://admissions.yale.edu/bulldogs-blogs/logan/2023/05/14/yale-college-poets-reading-series
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by [Logan](https://admissions.yale.edu/bulldogs-blogs/850 "Logan") in
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on 05.14.2023
Yale has a way of dropping opportunities into your lap (or technically, email inbox, but you get what I mean) when you least expect it — and one of those surprises arrived this spring when ten other student poets and I were asked to read two poems each at the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library as part of the annual Yale College Poets Reading Series!
*Wait, what’s that? And how does it work?*
It’s pretty much what it sounds like — students are invited by faculty to participate in an event co-sponsored by the Yale Collection of American Literature and the English Department’s Creative Writing Program! And this year’s reading, in addition to feeling like a huge honor to be invited to, and being one of the larger audiences I’ve performed for, was also quite the full-circle moment for me.
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*POV: you’re me reacting to the news that you’ve been asked to read at the Beinecke!*
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*Kinsale and I reading our poems inside the Beinecke, and us together outside the Beinecke after the reading had ended!*
But first, a little context. Does it feel like I’m saying “the Beinecke” a lot? That’s actually on purpose — because the library and its range of documents and potential for research was one of the main reasons why I chose Yale! So getting to read inside the very building that had drawn me here years ago, alongside several close friends and fellow poets — like Kinsale, who I’ve known since my first-year fall, and Cassidy and Baylina, who I’ve known since my sophomore fall — who I’d also performed with before felt like both the culmination of all my poetic work here and also, a kind of comforting send-off.
In one world, I might’ve thought of it as a bittersweet, high-stakes farewell performance — but as jittery as I was beforehand, it ultimately felt more like another sharing of work between friends (just this time, in front of hundreds of people).
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*The chapbook for the event, with our poems inside!*
Audience members were also welcome to take a chapbook that compiled the work of all eleven poets in it — and the Beinecke also kept one copy, too, which each of us signed, for their own archives. And as I left, and as I saw some of my poet-friends for the last time in the semester, I thought about that: that each of us would leave some small but united fragments of ourselves here, our words tethered together.