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BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Some of us are fortunate to find companions among the other creatures, and in this poem by T. Alan Broughton of Vermont, we sense a kind of friendship without dependency between our species and another. Great Blue Heron… Continue Reading „99. American Life in Poetry: Column 301“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE This is our 300th column, and we thank you for continuing to support us. I realized a while back that there have been over 850 moons that have gone through their phases since I arrived on the earth,… Continue Reading „71. American Life in Poetry: Column 300“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a poem by Christopher Todd Matthews that I especially like for the depiction of the little boy who makes more of a snowball than we would have expected was there. This poet lives in Lexington, Virginia.… Continue Reading „52. American Life in Poetry: Column 299“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE At any given moment, there must be 100,000 of us trying to fit in, and finding it next to impossible. Here’s a wonderful portrayal of that difficulty, by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, who lives in Astoria, New York. At… Continue Reading „27. American Life in Poetry: Column 298“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Those of us who live in the country equate the word “development” with displacement, and it has often been said that subdivisions are named for what they replace, like Woodland Glade. Here’s a writer from my state, Nebraska,… Continue Reading „83. American Life in Poetry: Column 296“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE The first poem we published in this column, back in the spring of 2005, was by David Allan Evans, the Poet Laureate of South Dakota, and it’s good to publish another one today, having recently had our five-year… Continue Reading „59. American Life in Poetry: Column 295“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I’m fond of poems about weather, and I especially like this poem by Todd Davis for the way it looks at how fog affects whatever is within and beneath it. Veil In this low place between mountains… Continue Reading „30. American Life in Poetry: Column 294“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE It’s a rare occasion when I find dozens of poems by just one poet that I’d like to share with you, but Joyce Sutphen, who lives in Minnesota, is someone who writes that well, with that kind of… Continue Reading „2. American Life in Poetry: Column 293“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s our Halloween poem for this year, in the thin dry voice of a ghost, as captured by Katie Cappello who lives in Northern California. A Ghost Abandons the Haunted You ignore the way light… Continue Reading „101. American Life in Poetry: Column 292“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I have three dogs and they are always insisting on one thing or another. Having a dog is like having a dictator. In this poem by Mark Smith-Soto, who teaches in North Carolina, his dog Chico is very… Continue Reading „75. American Life in Poetry: Column 291“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE During our more than four years of publishing this column we’ve shown you a number of poems about motherhood. Here’s another, beautifully observed by Liz Rosenberg, who lives in New York State. I Leave Her Weeping… Continue Reading „44. American Life in Poetry: Column 290“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE There’s only so much we can do to better ourselves, and once we’ve done what we can, it still may not have been enough. Here’s a poem by Michelle Y. Burke, who lives in N.Y., in which a… Continue Reading „20. American Life in Poetry: Column 289“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I’ve spent my seventy years on The Great Plains and have lived all that time amidst vivid and touching stories about the settlement of our area, lots of them much like this one, about a long ago courtship… Continue Reading „117. American Life in Poetry: Column 288“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I love to sit outside and be very still until some little creature appears and begins to go about its business, and here is another poet, Robert Gibb, of Pennsylvania, doing just the same thing. For the Chipmunk… Continue Reading „97. American Life in Poetry: Column 287“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE One of my friends told me he’d seen a refrigerator magnet that read, PARENTING; THE FIRST 40 YEARS ARE THE HARDEST. Here’s a fine poem about parenthood, and about letting go of children, by Chana Bloch, who lives… Continue Reading „60. American Life in Poetry: Column 286“
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