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45. American Life in Poetry: Column 462
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE This year’s brutal winter surely calls for a poem such as today’s selection, a peek at the inner workings of spring. Susan Kelly-DeWitt lives and teaches in Sacramento. Apple Blossoms One evening in winter when nothing has been… Continue Reading „45. American Life in Poetry: Column 462“
41. American Life in Poetry: Column 461
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE So much of what we learn about life comes from exchanging stories, and this poem by a Californian, Peter Everwine, portrays that kind of teaching. I love the moment where he says he doesn’t know if the story… Continue Reading „41. American Life in Poetry: Column 461“
32. American Life in Poetry: Column 460
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE My parents didn’t live long enough to be confronted with the notion of paying for a bottle of water. They’d be horrified. Pay for water? Who ever heard of such a thing? Well . . . Here’s a… Continue Reading „32. American Life in Poetry: Column 460“
3. American Life in Poetry: Column 459
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE One of our first columns, published in 2005, had to do with a pair of high-heeled red shoes, and some trouble they brewed up, and now, at last, we have a pink pantsuit to go along with those… Continue Reading „3. American Life in Poetry: Column 459“
93. American Life in Poetry: Column 458
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Thomas R. Moore, a poet from Maine, has written a fine snow-shoveling poem, and this is a good time of year for it. I especially admire the double entendre of “squaring off.” Removing the Dross After snowstorms my… Continue Reading „93. American Life in Poetry: Column 458“
85. American Life in Poetry: Column 457
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a vivid portrayal of one of those school events to which parents are summoned and to which they go both dutifully and with love. The poet, Maryann Corbett, lives in St. Paul, Minnesota. Holiday Concert Forgive us.… Continue Reading „85. American Life in Poetry: Column 457“
60. American Life in Poetry: Column 456
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Many of us feel a great sense of pride as we watch our children discover the world for the first time. Here, Kathleen Driskell, a Kentucky poet, shows us her own daughter taking that first taste of a… Continue Reading „60. American Life in Poetry: Column 456“
26. American Life in Poetry: Column 455
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I don’t remember ever having a blind date, but if I had, I suspect it would have gone just as the one goes in this poem by Jay Leeming, who lives in New York state. Blind Date Our… Continue Reading „26. American Life in Poetry: Column 455“
92. American Life in Poetry: Column 454
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I once wrote a not-so-very-good poem called “Picking Up After the Dead,” about the putting-in-order we feel compelled to do when a family member has passed on. In this poem Sherod Santos, who lives in Chicago, writes what… Continue Reading „92. American Life in Poetry: Column 454“
73. American Life in Poetry: Column 453
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE The bread of life, well, what is it, anyway? Family, community, faith? Here’s a lovely reminiscence about the way in which bread brings us together, by Richard Levine, who lives in Brooklyn. Bread Each night, in a space… Continue Reading „73. American Life in Poetry: Column 453“
4. American Life in Poetry: Column 452
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Nancy Willard, who lives in New York state, is one of my favorite poets, a writer with a marvelous gift for fresh description and a keen sense for the depths of meaning beneath whatever she describes. Here’s a… Continue Reading „4. American Life in Poetry: Column 452“
1. American Life in Poetry: Column 451
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Most of us will never touch a Klansman’s robe, or want to touch one. Rachel Richardson, who lives in North Carolina, here touches one for us, so that none of us will ever have to. Relic The first… Continue Reading „1. American Life in Poetry: Column 451“
117. American Life in Poetry: Column 450
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a lovely poem about snow falling on San Antonio by Mo H. Saidi, an obstetrician and writer who, in addition to his medical training, has a Master’s degree in English and Literature from Harvard. The Night of… Continue Reading „117. American Life in Poetry: Column 450“
114. American Life in Poetry: Column 449
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I’m a sucker for miniatures, I suppose because it’s easy to believe I have control over my world when some of its parts are very small and I have positioned them to my liking. Here’s a telling poem… Continue Reading „114. American Life in Poetry: Column 449“
103. American Life in Poetry: Column 448
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I open every spring with a garden more precisely laid out and cared for than the year before, and by the end of summer it’s collapsed into a tangle of weeds, bugs and disorder. Here’s Gabriel Welsch, a… Continue Reading „103. American Life in Poetry: Column 448“
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