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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“
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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“
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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“
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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“
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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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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“
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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“
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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“
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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“
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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“
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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“
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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“
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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“
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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“
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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“
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