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BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Parents and children. Sometimes it seems that’s all there is to life. In this poem Donna Spector, from New York state, gives us a ride that many of us may have taken, hanging on for dear life. On… Continue Reading „21. American Life in Poetry: Column 476“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Those of us who live on the arid Great Plains love to hear rain on the roof. Not hail, but rain. William Jolliff, a poet from Oregon, where it rains all the time, has done a fine job… Continue Reading „12. American Life in Poetry: Column 475“
When I was first asked to make a list of poetry collections for people who think they don’t like poetry, my first thought was, „Well, isn’t that just about everyone?“ Not quite–I do have nearly 2,000 friends on Facebook, of whom the majority are… Continue Reading „16. Poems for people who think they don’t like poetry“
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“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I was born in April and have never agreed with T.S. Eliot that it is “the cruellest month.” Why would I want to have been born from that? Here’s Robert Hedin, who lives in Minnesota, showing us what… Continue Reading „80. American Life in Poetry: Column 473“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE What might have been? I’d guess we’ve all asked that at one time or another. Here’s a fine what-might-have-been poem by Andrea Hollander, who lives in Portland, Oregon. Ex Long after I married you, I found myself in his… Continue Reading „74. American Life in Poetry: Column 472“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Despite having once been bitten by a rabid bat, and survived, much to the disappointment of my critics, I find bats fascinating, and Peggy Shumaker of Alaska has written a fine poem about them. I am especially fond… Continue Reading „50. American Life in Poetry: Column 471“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Considering that I’m a dog lover, I haven’t included nearly enough dog poems in this column. My own dog, Howard, now in his dotage, has never learned a trick of any kind, nor learned to behave, so I… Continue Reading „19. American Life in Poetry: Column 470“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE The love between parents can be wonderful and mysterious to their children. Robert Hedin, a Minnesota poet and the director of The Anderson Center at Tower View in Red Wing, does a fine job of capturing some of… Continue Reading „106. American Life in Poetry: Column 469“
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“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Love poems written in the sonnet form, all hearts and flowers, are a dime a dozen, so it’s a delight to see a poet coming at the sonnet from the flip side. Here’s Chelsea Rathburn, who lives in… Continue Reading „69. American Life in Poetry: Column 467“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Li-Young Lee is an important American poet of Chinese parentage who lives in Chicago. Much of his poetry is marked by unabashed tenderness, and this poem is a good example of that. I Ask My Mother to Sing… Continue Reading „66. American Life in Poetry: Column 466“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE One of the founders of modernist poetry, Ezra Pound, advised poets and artists to “make it new.” I’ve never before seen a poem about helping a tree shake the snow from itself, and I like this one by… Continue Reading „62. American Life in Poetry: Column 465“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE We human beings think we’re pretty special when compared to the “lower” forms of life, but now and then nature puts us in our place. Here’s an untitled short poem by Jonathan Greene, who lives in the outer… Continue Reading „59. American Life in Poetry: Column 464“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE This touching poem by Dan Gerber, who lives in California, captures the memory of a father’s advice, but beneath the practical surface of that advice we can sense a great deal of emotion, which shows through a little… Continue Reading „54. American Life in Poetry: Column 463“
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