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Category: Poetry
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Why I keep my heelsYou know what? I’m going to make the decision myself,I’m very inspired by “Twilight,”I don’t want a summer wedding,I don’t want to be sweaty,You’re right, it can’t last forever, It’s way beyond pretend,I have mad options, andThere’s only one Mary O’Shea.Susan Thomsen, draft April 2026. This poem and its title consist…
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Poetry Friday has come around again, and this week I chose Muriel Rukeyser’s “Poem (I lived in the first century of world wars),” which begins: “I lived in the first century of world wars.Most mornings I would be more or less insane”You can read the rest of the poem at the Poetry Foundation. Thanks to…
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Longtime Poetry Friday contributor Marcie Flinchum Atkins is celebrating the release of her new picture book, When Twilight Comes: The Animals and Plants That Bring Dusk and Dawn to Life. Congratulations to Marcie! She invited us to share a twilight poem or image, and I chose “Darklight,” by Rosanna Warren, from the Yale Review. It…
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For today’s Poetry Friday selection I chose Tiana Clark’s “My Therapist Wants to Know about My Relationship to Work,” which you can read over at the Poetry Foundation. Plus also, you can listen to the poet herself reading it, which I recommend. This post’s title is from one of its verses. I love how Clark…
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This poem by Essex Hemphill is part of “Poetry in Motion,” a collaboration between the Poetry Society of America and New York’s Metropolitan Transit Authority (MTA). The program has been zipping along for more than 30 years, and I’m always happy to bump into the poems on the subway, commuter train, etc. “Poetry in Motion”…
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In an area not known for its chillGreen tips of tulips are rising out of the earthAlthough we can’t see their shy peeksAfter a bomb cyclone dropped a cargo of snowOnto everything under the sunDon’t call it a blizzard!Just imagine the tulips— the Blue Wows, the Honeymoons— Waiting patiently to show us their spring.(With a…
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Flurries of Winter I stop somewhere waiting for youAnd soon you swoosh byIn a spray of snow. Possibly under control,Probably not. Bearing straight for the lift line,Already too far away to hear, “Turn,Use your edges!” Arms wide, skis parallel,Unzipped jacket blowing back like The trailing edges of wings,How fast that little body hurls down the…
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Chen Chen told the Yale Review that he usually starts a poem with the title. I love his “Tale of the Blueberries” and his words about the process of creating, “picking up an odd clue here, an ordinary mystery there.” Titles often elude me, so just for fun (and inspiration), I looked through the Yale…
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John Ashbery’s poem “A Worldly Country” (links below) initially ran in the November 7th, 2005, issue of the New Yorker, and this week it’s the subject of the magazine’s poetry podcast with the host (and poetry editor) Kevin Young and his guest, the poet April Bernard. She chose the Ashbery to read and talk about,…
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