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9. Gedächtnis
„Wenn man einmal angefangen hat, kann man nur schwer aufhören, weil jeder Name, den man aus dem Gedächtnis hervorkramt, unausweichlich einen anderen hervorruft, und bevor man es merkt, ist es fast Mitternacht und Zeit für einen letzten Song oder Filmclip, bevor man unter die… Continue Reading „9. Gedächtnis“
4. American Life in Poetry: Column 452
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Nancy Willard, who lives in New York state, is one of my favorite poets, a writer with a marvelous gift for fresh description and a keen sense for the depths of meaning beneath whatever she describes. Here’s a… Continue Reading „4. American Life in Poetry: Column 452“
1. American Life in Poetry: Column 451
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Most of us will never touch a Klansman’s robe, or want to touch one. Rachel Richardson, who lives in North Carolina, here touches one for us, so that none of us will ever have to. Relic The first… Continue Reading „1. American Life in Poetry: Column 451“
117. American Life in Poetry: Column 450
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a lovely poem about snow falling on San Antonio by Mo H. Saidi, an obstetrician and writer who, in addition to his medical training, has a Master’s degree in English and Literature from Harvard. The Night of… Continue Reading „117. American Life in Poetry: Column 450“
114. American Life in Poetry: Column 449
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I’m a sucker for miniatures, I suppose because it’s easy to believe I have control over my world when some of its parts are very small and I have positioned them to my liking. Here’s a telling poem… Continue Reading „114. American Life in Poetry: Column 449“
103. American Life in Poetry: Column 448
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I open every spring with a garden more precisely laid out and cared for than the year before, and by the end of summer it’s collapsed into a tangle of weeds, bugs and disorder. Here’s Gabriel Welsch, a… Continue Reading „103. American Life in Poetry: Column 448“
99. American Life in Poetry: Column 447
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Perhaps you’ve experienced the sudden, unsettling intimacy of putting on somebody else’s jacket and finding a wad of tissue in the pocket. Here’s a fine poem by Debra Nystrom, raised in South Dakota and now teaching in Virginia.… Continue Reading „99. American Life in Poetry: Column 447“
88. American Life in Poetry: Column 446
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Anyone who has followed this column since its introduction in 2005 knows how much I like poems that describe places. Here’s one by Joseph Hutchison, who lives in Colorado. This is the kind of scene that Edward Hopper… Continue Reading „88. American Life in Poetry: Column 446“
84. Adventsrätsel
Sky 00000god 0000000000girl. Pick out the one that doesn’t belong. Auflösung hierunter
71. John Ashbery
Es gebe bei ihm keine Themen, heißt es, es finde sich bei ihm immer die gleiche Technik des Aussparens, des Abwehrens, des Indirekten, des Neutralisierens, so sei es schwer, Ashberys opakes, intellektuell dichtes und vielfältiges Werk zu fassen, sei es bereits schwer, den Prosasinn… Continue Reading „71. John Ashbery“
48. Jack Hirschman
In L. A. gehört zu seinen Studenten ein gewisser Jim Morrison, der später Sänger der Doors werden sollte. Mit dem Vietnamkrieg kam das Ende der Universitätskarriere von Jack Hirschman. Wegen seiner Aufforderung an seine Studenten, dem Einberufungsbefehl zum Armeedienst nicht zu folgen, flog er… Continue Reading „48. Jack Hirschman“
42. His Day is Done
Die amerikanische Lyrikerin Maya Angelou schrieb ein Gedicht für ihren verstorbenen Freund Nelson Mandela, „His Day is Done“. Hier kann man es anhören.
39. Fame is a fickle food
by Emily Dickinson Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn Men eat of it… Continue Reading „39. Fame is a fickle food“
22. American Life in Poetry: Column 445
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Sit for an hour in any national airport and you’ll see how each of us differs from others in a million ways, and of course that includes not only our physical appearances but our perceptions and opinions. Here’s… Continue Reading „22. American Life in Poetry: Column 445“
3. American Life in Poetry: Column 444
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Our sense of smell is, as you know, not nearly as good as that of our dogs, but it can still affect us powerfully. A good writer, like Tami Haaland of Billings, Montana, can show us how a… Continue Reading „3. American Life in Poetry: Column 444“
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