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BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE This week’s column is by Ladan Osman, who is originally from Somalia but who now lives in Chicago. I like “Tonight” for the way it looks with clear eyes at one of the rough edges of American life,… Continue Reading „22. American Life in Poetry: Column 336“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I’ve always been fascinated by miniatures of all kinds, the little glass animals I played with as a boy, electric trains, dollhouses, and I think it’s because I can feel that I’m in complete control. Everything is right… Continue Reading „21. American Life in Poetry: Column 335“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Those of us who have gone back home to attend a reunion of classmates may have felt the strangeness of being a vaguely familiar person among others who, too, seem vaguely familiar. Dana Gioia, who served the country… Continue Reading „20. American Life in Poetry: Column 334“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here is a lovely poem by Robert Cording, a poet who lives in Connecticut, which shows us a fresh new way of looking at something commonplace. That’s the kind of valuable service a poet can provide. … Continue Reading „57. American Life in Poetry: Column 333“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I’d guess that nearly everyone is aware that time seems to speed up as we age. Whenever I say that something happened ten years ago, my wife reminds me that it was twenty. Here’s a poem about… Continue Reading „3. American Life in Poetry: Column 332“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE It is estimated that one out of five Americans enjoys spending time bird watching, or birding, and here’s a poem for some of those people by Kathleen M. McCann, who lives in Massachusetts. I especially like the way… Continue Reading „99. American Life in Poetry: Column 331“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Humans first prized horses for their strength and speed, but we have since been captivated by their beauty, their deep eyes and mysterious silences. Here’s a poem by Robert Wrigley, who lives in Idaho, where the oldest fossilized… Continue Reading „74. American Life in Poetry: Column 330“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE How I love poems in which there is evidence of a poet paying close attention to the world about him. Here Angelo Giambra, who lives in Florida, has been keeping an eye on the bees. The Water Carriers… Continue Reading „20. American Life in Poetry: Column 328“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I don’t often mention literary forms, but of this lovely poem by Cecilia Woloch I want to suggest that the form, a villanelle, which uses a pattern of repetition, adds to the enchantment I feel in reading… Continue Reading „10. American Life in Poetry: Column 328“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Some of us have more active fantasy lives than others, but all of us have them. Here Karin Gottshall, who lives in Vermont, shares a variety of loneliness that some of our readers may have experienced. … Continue Reading „135. American Life in Poetry: Column 327“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Many of us have attempted to console friends who have recently been divorced, and though it can be a pretty hard sell, we have assured them that things will indeed be better with the passage of time.… Continue Reading „56. American Life in Poetry: Column 325“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Cathy Smith Bowers was recently appointed poet laureate of North Carolina, and I want to celebrate her appointment by showing you one of her lovely poems, a peaceful poem about a peaceful thing. Peace Lilies I collect them… Continue Reading „98. American Life in Poetry: Column 322“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE For me, the most worthwhile poetry is that which reaches out and connects with a great number of people, and this one, by Joe Mills of North Carolina, does just that. Every parent gets questions like the one… Continue Reading „65. American Life in Poetry: Column 321“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE When I was a little boy, the fear of polio hung over my summers, keeping me away from the swimming pool. Atomic energy was then in its infancy. It had defeated Japan and seemed to be America’s friend.… Continue Reading „35. American Life in Poetry: Column 320“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a poem in which eight-year-old Ava Schicke, who lives in Omaha, Nebraska, tells us just who she is and what she thinks. I am I am a daughter and a sister. I wonder when I will die.… Continue Reading „8. American Life in Poetry: Column 319“
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