Welcome to the Poetry Crisis Line!

Are you troubled because you could not stop for Death? Have you seen a strange beast slouching toward Bethlehem? Or perhaps you’re concerned because your Mistress’s eyes are nothing like the sun. You may need to call the Poetry Crisis Line. We help with water problems, like we helped Samuel Taylor Coleridge when his toilet overflowed.

We help with food problems, like when William Carlos Williams called us after a midnight snack. We can even help you when you’re at risk of becoming food, like William Blake. And it’s not just tigers. We handle all sorts of animal attacks, as Ogden Nash can tell you.

At the Poetry Crisis Line, we understand–whatever your problem is… it could be verse.