It’s hard to imagine a poet having more professional success and personal tragedy than Longfellow, and yet he wrote this steadfast call to hope during one of the nation’s most miserable of Christmases.
On Daniel Swift’s journey into Saint Elizabeth’s mental hospital with Ezra Pound.
Meaning and context take a backseat as the language police round up another suspect.
Picture, if you will, that you are not overly familiar with live poetry reading, and gave it a chance just to try it. But the speaker, using a monotone and slightly halting delivery, was as imposing as the meaning of the words themselves. Turns out that is common as @cjgiaimo writes in Atlas Obscura
Old poetry is laden with the baggage of centuries of hidden metaphor and archaic references. New poetry is prone to abstraction and whimsical laziness. But poetry deserves our consideration as an art form nonetheless. After all, all the music we love is poetry, and all the fun little things we can do with language are best done in poetic form.
Tinkering with some verse, leaving nothing to chance.
A poem for Paris.
What do anthologies do to the experience of reading poetry? And what makes a poem a poem, anyway?
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Must be in haiku
Jaybird reads “i thank You God for most this amazing” as he tries to tackle e e cummings.
What’s the saddest poem ever written? With a couple candidates.
An original poem, written by a lawyer during a particularly challenging day at court.
It is September, which means—inevitably—that I find myself thinking about Paul Celan’s “Todesfugue,” this time (the first time) as a teacher. It is hardly easy, in subject matter or in style—it is credited for...
Rostand’s second poem from Les Musardises, entitled “The Bedroom.” For my English translation I chose rhymed couplets, though I admit with BlaiseP that there’s a procrustean quality to some of them. Incidentally, the author...
“Euripides was eaten by dogs; Aeschylus killed by a stone; Sappho leapt from a cliff. We know no more of them than that. We have their poetry, and that is all.” – Virginia Woolf,...
The Old Fools by Philip Larkin What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose It’s more grown-up when your mouth hangs open and drools,...
From the NYRBlog: In a country in which schools seem to teach less literature every year, where fewer people read books and ignorance reigns supreme regarding most issues, poetry is read and written more...
I hereby declare James Hanley this season’s poet laureate.