Schlagwort: Amy Fleury

97. American Life in Poetry: Column 474

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Let’s celebrate the first warm days of spring with a poem for mushroom hunters, this one by Amy Fleury, who lives in Louisiana. First Morel Up from wood rot, wrinkling up from duff and homely damps, spore-born and… Continue Reading „97. American Life in Poetry: Column 474“

75. American Life in Poetry: Column 468

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s another lovely poem to honor the caregivers among us. Amy Fleury lives and teaches in Louisiana. Ablution Because one must be naked to get clean, my dad shrugs out of his pajama shirt, steps from his boxers… Continue Reading „75. American Life in Poetry: Column 468“