A good tweet can remind us that everything is going to be okay in the world. Even if it’s not okay right now, a good tweet reminds us that there are still brilliant minds out there that can bear us through even the hardest of times. The tweets don’t even have to be profound, though they often are just by happenstance. Something about being limited to a certain number of characters makes poets of us all. Isn’t that the conceit of poetry in the first place? It’s a way to say something without having to say much at all? 

To that end, I’d like to think that the iconic poets of yore would have had active Twitter accounts. Homer would have tweeted the Odyssey as a super-long thread. Shakespeare’s love sonnets would have done numbers. Walt Whitman would be a sad boi poster among sad boi posters. This, to me, is beautiful.