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BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I love poems that take pains to observe people at their tasks, and here’s a fine one by Christopher Todd Matthews, who lives in Virginia. Window Washer One hand slops suds on, one hustles them down like a… Continue Reading „111. American Life in Poetry: Column 318“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I’ve mentioned before how much I like poems that take the time to carefully observe people at work. Here David St. John, who lives in California, gives us a snapshot of workers protecting an orchard. Peach Fires Out… Continue Reading „56. American Life in Poetry: Column 316“
Free Column Restores Tradition of Poetry in Newspapers CHICAGO — The Poetry Foundation is pleased to announce the sixth anniversary of American Life in Poetry, a project that brings free poetry content to newspapers around the country. Founded by former U.S. Poet Laureate Ted Kooser,… Continue Reading „39. American Life in Poetry Celebrates Sixth Anniversary“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE We who teach creative writing have been known to tell our students that there is no subject so common and ordinary that it can’t be addressed in a poem, and this one, by Michael McFee, who lives in… Continue Reading „19. American Life in Poetry: Column 315“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Ellery Akers is a California poet who here brings all of us under a banner with one simple word on it. The Word That Is a Prayer One thing you know when you say it: all… Continue Reading „63. American Life in Poetry: Column 312“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Peggy Shumaker lives in Alaska, but she gets around the world. Here she takes us with her on a ninety-foot dive into colorful mid-Pacific waters. Night Dive Plankton rise toward the full moon spread thin on… Continue Reading „34. American Life in Poetry: Column 311“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE A friend saw a refrigerator magnet that read, PARENTING: THE FIRST 40 YEARS ARE THE HARDEST. And lots of parents, thinking their children have moved on, discover one day that those children are back. Here Marilyn L. Taylor,… Continue Reading „130. American Life in Poetry: Column 310“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I love poems that celebrate families, and here’s a fine one by Joyce Sutphen of Minnesota, a poet who has written dozens of poems I’d like to publish in this column if there only were weeks enough… Continue Reading „98. American Life in Poetry: Column 309“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Connie Wanek is one of my favorite poets. She lives in Duluth and has a keen eye for what goes on around her. Here’s a locked and loaded scene from rural America. Mysterious Neighbors Country people… Continue Reading „63. American Life in Poetry: Column 308“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I like this poem by 97-year-old Lois Beebe Hayna of Colorado for the way it captures restrained speech. The speaker spends most of her words in describing a season, but behind the changes of spring another significant… Continue Reading „35. American Life in Poetry: Column 307“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE My grandmother Moser made wonderful cherry pies from fruit from a tree just across the road from her house, and I have loved fruit trees ever since. A cherry tree is all about giving. Here’s a poem by… Continue Reading „126. American Life in Poetry: Column 306“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE The great Spanish artist Pablo Picasso said that, in his subjects, he kept the joy of discovery, the pleasure of the unexpected. In this poem celebrating Picasso, Tim Nolan, an attorney in Minneapolis, says the world will disclose… Continue Reading „102. American Life in Poetry: Column 305“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE After my mother died, one of the most difficult tasks for my sister and me was to take the clothes she’d made for herself to a thrift shop. In this poem, Frannie Lindsay, a Massachusetts poet, remembers… Continue Reading „74. American Life in Poetry: Column 304“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE There’s something wonderfully sweet about a wife cutting a husband’s hair, and Bruce Guernsey, who lives in Illinois and Maine, captures it beautifully in this poem. For My Wife Cutting My Hair You move around… Continue Reading „46. American Life in Poetry: Column 303“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE In Iowa in the 1950’s, when we at last heard about pizza, my mother decided to make one for us. She rolled out bread dough, put catsup on it, and baked it. Voila! Pizza! And inexpensive, too. Here’s… Continue Reading „9. American Life in Poetry: Column 302“
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