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Tag: Poetry
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“The Republic of Poetry,” by Martín Espada, begins, In the republic of poetry,a train full of poetsrolls south in the rainas plum trees rockand horses kick the air,To read the rest, go to poets.orgDon’t you wish we lived in such a republic? Gosh, I love this poem. I came across it while reading around in…
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I’m about two-thirds of the way through the excellent anthology The Best American Poetry 2025 (Terence Winch, editor), and so far Jill McDonough’s “What We Are For” is my favorite poem, winning my heart with its mentions of “Stop & Shop” (a grocery store chain here in the northeast), “turquoise sparkle nails,” “fuzzy baby bee,”…
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Paige Lewis’s poem “I’m Not Faking My Astonishment, Honest,” begins, “Looking out over the cliff, we’re overwhelmed/by a sky that seems to heap danger upon us,” and you can read the rest of it at poets.org. I listened to the accompanying Poem-a-Day audio and laughed at her explanation. The poem does feature an overheard line,…
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Watch the GapA New York found-language poemThe next station is—Nathan, sit down,Jingle bells jingle bells,Jingle all the way,Mommy, that’s my school!This is perfect sweater weather,Shop and save, shop and save, Fifteen dollars for an omelette?I’m sitting on a huge pile of equity,Will you stop? I’m eating,You get to go to this beautiful place,It’s not my…
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This is a repost of a guide that I lost when I had to move from Typepad; I just threw everything into the truck and didn’t check all the closets. By “street poems,” I mean poems of overheard conversations and soliloquies. Found-language poems, like “Now or Later” at Street Cake; scroll down to see it.…
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Today’s poem is by Adrienne Su, whose book Peach State I read and loved several years ago. “Peaches” begins, A crate of peaches straight from the farmhas to be maintained, or eaten in days.Obvious, but in my family, they went so fast,I never saw the mess that punishes delay. Read the rest online at the…
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CalculationsThe algorithm slips hervideos of smiling monkeys,confused cats, dancing frogs, and dogs speaking of bacon.She glimpses reels bythe Metropolitan Opera,the Freelancers Union, andEncyclopaedia Britannica,but skips ahead toHeart some snakes in wigs,erratic emus, a pig named Bikini,cockatoos flapping to Queen, her pocket-sized theater of the absurd.Deadline unmet, errand not run, andthe room echoes with her laughter.Susan…
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This week’s poem is “Making a Fist,” by Naomi Shihab Nye. It begins, You can read the rest of the poem at the Academy of American Poets. “Making a Fist” is one of the first poems I read in a creative writing class at Columbia many years ago. I attended as a continuing-education student, and…
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