Schlagwort: Ted Kooser

American Life in Poetry: Column 533

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I once knew an artist who seemed to live on those little envelopes of free sugar that one can find on tables in restaurants. And he took the little “watercolor pans” of jelly, too, stuffing his pockets. Here’s…

American Life in Poetry: Column 532

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE How’s this poem for its ability to collapse all the years from childhood to middle age in a matter of fifteen short lines? George Bilgere is one of this column’s favorite poets. He lives and teaches in Ohio….

American Life in Poetry: Column 531

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Many of the poems that have survived the longest are very short. Some of them are a couple of thousand years old. They have somehow managed to perfectly catch life in just a few words and we can…

American Life in Poetry: Column 530

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Poets often do their best work when they’re telling us about something they’ve seen without stepping into the poem and talking about themselves. Here’s a lovely poem of observation by Terri Kirby Erickson, who lives in North Carolina….

American Life in Poetry: Column 529

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE People speak of “hearts and flowers” when they’re talking about poems with predictable sentimentality, but here’s an antidote to all those valentines, from Sally Bliumis-Dunn, who lives in New York. Her most recent book of poems is Second…

American Life in Poetry: Column 527

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Seventy years ago, when I entered Beardshear Elementary in Ames, Iowa, the school employed a custodian, Mr. Shockley, who had for an office a closet under the stairs. I wish I could thank him for mopping up all…

American Life in Poetry: Column 528

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE A couple I know adopted three very small children from a distant country, and the children had never been constrained in any way. The airliner’s seatbelts were so fearful for them that they screamed all the way back…

American Life in Poetry: Column 526

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I once attended a memorial service at which a friend’s ashes were put in the Platte River at first light, just as thousands of Sandhill Cranes were lifting off the water, crying. Flowing water has just what it…

American Life in Poetry: Column 525

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a fine poem about two generations of husbands, by Pauletta Hansel of Ohio. Husbands My mother likes a man who works. She likes my husband’s muddy knees, grass stains on the cuffs. She loved my father, though…

American Life in Poetry: Column 524

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I don’t think I’ve ever sold anything that, later, I didn’t wish I had back, and I have a list of regrets as long as my arm. So this poem by Melissa Balmain really caught my attention. Balmain…

American Life in Poetry: Column 523

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Some of us will be eating ham on Easter, and I thought I’d offer you a poem about a champion pig, by Jill Breckenridge, a Minnesotan who has written a series of poems based on that state’s fair….

American Life in Poetry: Column 522

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Poetry is a good way to capture epiphanies, and this poem by Penny Harter does just that. Harter lives and teaches in New Jersey. In the Dark At bedtime, my grandson’s breath rasps in and out of fragile…

American Life in Poetry: Column 521

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Amanda Strand is a poet living in Maryland. I like this poem for its simplicity, clarity and directness. No frills to decorate it, just the kind of straightforward accounting of an experience that Henry David Thoreau said he…

American Life in Poetry: Column 520

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE With this column American Life in Poetry celebrates its tenth anniversary. Thanks to all of you for supporting us, week in and week out! When I was a boy, I was advised that if a wasp landed on…

American Life in Poetry: Column 519

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Many of us have built models from kits—planes, ships, cars. Here’s Robert Hedin, a Minnesota poet and the director of The Anderson Center at Tower View in Red Wing, trying to assemble a little order while his father…