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BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Shadow play is among the few free entertainments left, and it must go on delighting children all around the globe. Derek N. Otsuji lives in Hawaii, and here’s his reminiscence. Theater of Shadows Nights we could not sleep—… Continue Reading „111. American Life in Poetry: Column 402“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE As children, many of us played after dark, running out to the border of the reach of light from the windows of home. In a way, this poem by Judith Slater, who lives in New York State, remembers… Continue Reading „103. American Life in Poetry: Column 401“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a poem for this season by Tim Nolan, of Minnesota. Once we begin to be thankful for things, there are more and more things to be thankful for. Thanksgiving Thanks for the Italian chestnuts—with their tough shells—the… Continue Reading „75. American Life in Poetry: Column 400“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Our sense of smell is the one sense most likely to transport us through time. A sniff of fried fish on a breeze and I can wind up in my grandmother’s kitchen sixty years ago, getting ready to… Continue Reading „90. American Life in Poetry: Column 399“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE David Hernandez is a Californian who knows how to have a good time with his writing. Here’s a delightful flight of fancy based on a negotiation with a postal clerk. At the Post Office The line is long,… Continue Reading „88. American Life in Poetry: Column 398“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE It’s a good thing to have a poem about voting in the week of the election, and here’s a fine one by Judith Harris, who lives in Washington, D.C. My Mother Goes to Vote We walked five blocks… Continue Reading „78. American Life in Poetry: Column 397“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I’m not alone in noticing how time accelerates as we grow older, and as the seasons grow ever more brief the holidays are gone in a wink. This poem by Nancy Price about Halloween catches a little of… Continue Reading „68. American Life in Poetry: Column 396“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a delightful poem by Douglas S. Jones about a bicycle rider sharing his bike with a spider. Jones lives in Michigan and spiders live just about everywhere. Centrifugal The spider living in the bike seat has finally… Continue Reading „96. American Life in Poetry: Column 395“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE A Kansas poet, Wyatt Townley has written a number of fine poems about the swift and relentless passage of time, one of the great themes of the world’s poetry, and I especially like this one. Finding the Scarf … Continue Reading „72. American Life in Poetry: Column 394“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Much of the poetry that has endured the longest is about the relentless movement of time, and in ways all art is about just that. Here’s a landscape in which time is at work, by Geraldine Connolly, who… Continue Reading „15. American Life in Poetry: Column 393“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE It’s the time of the year for school supplies, and here’s a poem by Daniel J. Langton about just one of the items you’ll need to pick up. Langton lives in San Francisco. School I was sent home… Continue Reading „12. American Life in Poetry: Column 392“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Kay Ryan was our nation’s Poet Laureate at The Library of Congress for the 2008-2010 terms. Her poetry is celebrated for its compression; she can get a great deal into a few words. Here’s an example of a… Continue Reading „3. American Life in Poetry: Column 391“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE David St. John is a California poet whose meticulous care with every word has always impressed me. This poem is a fine example of how clarity can let us see all the way to the heart. From a… Continue Reading „102. American Life in Poetry: Column 390“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Perhaps by the time this column appears, our economy will have improved and people who want to work can find good work. Minnie Bruce Pratt, who lives in Syracuse, N.Y., has a new book, mentioned below, in which… Continue Reading „13. American Life in Poetry: Column 389“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE There are people who believe that the afterlife exists in how we are remembered by the living, that we are rewarded or punished in the memories of people who knew us. Writing is a means of keeping memories… Continue Reading „116. American Life in Poetry: Column 388“
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