Schlagwort: Ted Kooser

44. American Life in Poetry: Column 290

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“

20. American Life in Poetry: Column 289

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“

117. American Life in Poetry: Column 288

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“

97. American Life in Poetry: Column 287

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“

60. American Life in Poetry: Column 286

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“

29. American Life in Poetry: Column 285

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE In our busy times, the briefest pause to express a little interest in the natural world is praiseworthy. Most of us spend our time thinking about other people, and scarcely any time thinking about other creatures. I recently… Continue Reading „29. American Life in Poetry: Column 285“

146. American Life in Poetry: Column 284

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I’d guess there are lots of people, like me, who sometimes visit places which in memory are hallowed but which, through time, have been changed irreparably. It is a painful experience but it underlines life. Here Carl Little,… Continue Reading „146. American Life in Poetry: Column 284“

114. American Life in Poetry: Column 283

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I’ve read dozens of poems written about the events of September 11, 2001, but this one by Tony Gloeggler of New York City is the only one I’ve seen that addresses the good fortune of a survivor. Five… Continue Reading „114. American Life in Poetry: Column 283“

90. American Life in Poetry: Column 282

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Because I’m a senior citizen I’m easily attracted by poems about my brothers and sisters meandering into their golden years. Here’s a poem by Edward Hirsch, who lives in New York, that offers our younger readers a look… Continue Reading „90. American Life in Poetry: Column 282“

53. American Life in Poetry: Column 281

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Anton Chekhov, the master of the short story, was able to see whole worlds within the interactions of simple Russian peasants, and in this little poem by Leo Dangel, who grew up in rural South Dakota, something similar… Continue Reading „53. American Life in Poetry: Column 281“

110. American Life in Poetry: Column 279

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Rhyming has a way of brightening a poem, and a depressing subject can become quite a bit lighter with well-chosen rhymes. Here’s a sonnet by Mary Meriam, who lives in Missouri. Are there readers among you who have… Continue Reading „110. American Life in Poetry: Column 279“

78. American Life in Poetry: Column 278

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Peter Everwine is a California poet whose work I have admired for almost as long as I have been writing. Here he beautifully captures a quiet moment of reflection. Rain Toward evening, as the light failed and the… Continue Reading „78. American Life in Poetry: Column 278“

52. American Life in Poetry: Column 277

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s hoping that very few of our readers have to go through cardiac rehab, which Thomas Reiter of New Jersey captures in this poem, but if they do, here’s hoping that they come through it feeling wildly alive… Continue Reading „52. American Life in Poetry: Column 277“

35. American Life in Poetry: Column 276

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I live in Nebraska, where we have a town named Homer. Such a humble, homely name and, as it happens, the poet Donal Heffernan is from Homer, and here’s his hymn to the town and its history. Long… Continue Reading „35. American Life in Poetry: Column 276“

143. American Life in Poetry: Column 275

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I recognize the couple who are introduced in this poem by Patricia Frolander, of Sundance, Wyoming, and perhaps you’ll recognize them, too. Denial He called it “his ranch,” yet each winter day found her beside him feeding hay… Continue Reading „143. American Life in Poetry: Column 275“