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BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE The Dalai Llama has said that dying is just getting a new set of clothes. Here’s an interesting take on what it may be like for the newly departed, casting off their burdens and moving with enthusiasm into… Continue Reading „American Life in Poetry: Column 517“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Kurt Brown was a talented poet who died in 2013, and his posthumous selected and new poems opens with this touching late poem to his wife, Laure-Anne. BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE The Kiss That kiss I… Continue Reading „American Life in Poetry: Column 516“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Dogs are smart enough to get people to take care of them, a skill that a lot of people haven’t learned, but they’re still wild at the heart. Paul S. Piper lives in Washington. Dog and Snow Dog… Continue Reading „American Life in Poetry: Column 515“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE We describe people we admire by throwing around words like “indomitable spirit,” but here’s an example and a proof by Don Welch, a Nebraska poet. Shuffling Out Toward Morning After an hour in the infusion lab, Taxol dripping… Continue Reading „49. American Life in Poetry: Column 514“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Kwame Dawes is the editor of Prairie Schooner and one of my colleagues at the University of Nebraska. Had I never had the privilege of getting to know him I still would have loved the following poem, for… Continue Reading „39. American Life in Poetry: Column 513“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I’ve read lots of poems about the loss of beloved pets, but this one by J.T. Ledbetter, who lives in California, is an especially fine and sensitive one. Elegy for Blue Someone must have seen an old dog… Continue Reading „6. American Life in Poetry: Column 512“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Just as it was to me, Insha’Allah will be a new word to many of you, offered in this poem by Danusha Laméris, a Californian. It looks to me like one of those words that ought to get… Continue Reading „66. American Life in Poetry: Column 511“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Billy Collins, who lives in New York, is one of our country’s most admired poets, and this snapshot of a winter day is reminiscent of those great Chinese poems that on the virtue of their clarity and precision… Continue Reading „28. American Life in Poetry: Column 510“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE We are never without our insect companions, even in winter, and here’s one who has the run of the house. Roger Pfingston lives in Indiana. December Lodged tight for days in a corner of the wall, ladybug can’t… Continue Reading „3. American Life in Poetry: Column 509“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE It seems we’re born with a need for stories, for hearing them and telling them. Here’s an account of just one story, made remarkable in part by the teller’s aversion to telling it. Poet Mary Avidano lives in… Continue Reading „78. American Life in Poetry: Column 508“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE For every one of those faces pictured on the obituary page, thousands of memories have been swept out of the world, never to be recovered. I encourage everyone to write down their memories before it’s too late. Here’s… Continue Reading „45. American Life in Poetry: Column 507“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I flunked college physics, and anything smaller than a BB is too small for me to understand. But here’s James Crews, whose home is in St. Louis, “relatively” at ease with the smallest things we’ve been told are… Continue Reading „32. American Life in Poetry: Column 506“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Stuart Kestenbaum is a Maine poet with a new book, Only Now, from Deerbrook Editions. In it are a number of thoughtful poems posed as prayers, and here’s an example: Prayer for Joy What was it we wanted… Continue Reading „2. American Life in Poetry: Column 505“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I love poems with sudden surprises, and here’s one by Jennifer Gray, a Nebraskan. Will you ever see depressions puddled with rain without thinking of the image at her conclusion? Horses The neighbor’s horses idle under the roof… Continue Reading „99. American Life in Poetry: Column 504“
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