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BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Perhaps you’ve experienced the sudden, unsettling intimacy of putting on somebody else’s jacket and finding a wad of tissue in the pocket. Here’s a fine poem by Debra Nystrom, raised in South Dakota and now teaching in Virginia.… Continue Reading „99. American Life in Poetry: Column 447“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Anyone who has followed this column since its introduction in 2005 knows how much I like poems that describe places. Here’s one by Joseph Hutchison, who lives in Colorado. This is the kind of scene that Edward Hopper… Continue Reading „88. American Life in Poetry: Column 446“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Sit for an hour in any national airport and you’ll see how each of us differs from others in a million ways, and of course that includes not only our physical appearances but our perceptions and opinions. Here’s… Continue Reading „22. American Life in Poetry: Column 445“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Our sense of smell is, as you know, not nearly as good as that of our dogs, but it can still affect us powerfully. A good writer, like Tami Haaland of Billings, Montana, can show us how a… Continue Reading „3. American Life in Poetry: Column 444“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE There are thousands of poems about caring for the old, but I have never before seen one like this, in which a caregiver wades with an elderly person out into deep water, literally and figuratively. It’s by Marie… Continue Reading „119. American Life in Poetry: Column 443“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Tracy K. Smith won the Pulitzer Prize for her book of poems, Life on Mars, from which I’ve selected this week’s poem, which presents a payday in the way many of us at some time have experienced it.… Continue Reading „22. American Life in Poetry: Column 442“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE April Lindner is a poet living in Pennsylvania who has written a number of fine poems about parenting. Here’s an example that shows us just one of the many hazards of raising a child. Dog Bite The worst… Continue Reading „12. American Life in Poetry: Column 441“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE On a perfect Labor Day, nobody would have to work, and even the “associates” in the big box stores could quit stocking shelves. Well, it doesn’t happen that way, does it? But here’s a poem about a Labor… Continue Reading „84. American Life in Poetry: Column 440“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a fine poem about the stages of grief by Helen T. Glenn, who lives in Florida. Noguchi’s Fountain The release of water in the base so controlled that the surface tension, tabletop of stability, a mirror, remains… Continue Reading „77. American Life in Poetry: Column 439“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE One of the first things an aspiring writer must learn is to pay attention, to look intently at what is going on. Here’s a good example of a poem by Gabriel Spera, a Californian, that wouldn’t have been… Continue Reading „13. American Life in Poetry: Column 438“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE To capture an object in words is a difficult chore, but when it’s done exceptionally well, as in this poem by A. E. Stallings, I’d rather read the description than see the object itself. A. E. Stallings is… Continue Reading „4. American Life in Poetry: Column 437“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Poor Richard’s Almanac said, “He that lieth down with dogs shall rise up with fleas,” but that hasn’t kept some of us from sleeping with our dogs. Here’s a poem about the pleasure of that, by Joyce Sidman,… Continue Reading „46. American Life in Poetry: Column 436“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Perhaps there’s a kind of afterlife that is made up of our memories of a departed person, especially as these cling to that person’s belongings. Bruce Snider, who lives and teaches in California, suggests that here. Afterlife I… Continue Reading „11. American Life in Poetry: Column 435“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Those of us who have been fortunate enough to have been new parents will recognize the way in which everything seems to relate to a baby, who has by her arrival suddenly made the world surround her. D.… Continue Reading „6. American Life in Poetry: Column 434“
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s an observant and thoughtful poem by Lisel Mueller about the way we’ve assigned human characteristics to the inanimate things about us. Mueller lives in Illinois and is one of our most distinguished poets. Things What happened is,… Continue Reading „1. American Life in Poetry: Column 433“
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