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118. American Life in Poetry: Column 432
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE One of the most distinctive sounds in small-town America is the chiming of horseshoe pitching. A friend always carries a pair in the trunk of his car. He’ll stop at a park in some little town and start… Continue Reading „118. American Life in Poetry: Column 432“
113. American Life in Poetry: Column 431
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a splendid poem by James Doyle, who lives in Colorado, about the way children make up mythic selves that will in some way serve them in life. To create one’s self as a palm reader is only… Continue Reading „113. American Life in Poetry: Column 431“
108. American Life in Poetry: Column 430
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE There are many fine poems in which the poet looks deeply into a photograph and tries to touch the lives caught there. Here’s one by Tami Haaland, who lives in Montana. Little Girl She’s with Grandma in front… Continue Reading „108. American Life in Poetry: Column 430“
103. American Life in Poetry: Column 429
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a poem by Robin Chapman, from Wisconsin, that needs no introduction, because we’ve all known an elderly person who’s much like this one. Time My neighbor, 87, rings the doorbell to ask if I might have seen… Continue Reading „103. American Life in Poetry: Column 429“
100. American Life in Poetry: Column 428
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Lots of us find ourselves under the interested fingers of dermatologists, who prosper on the fun we once had out in the sun. Here George Bilgere of Ohio, one of our most amusing American poets, sits back in… Continue Reading „100. American Life in Poetry: Column 428“
98. American Life in Poetry: Column 427
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE You can’t get closer to our hunter-gatherer ancestors than by clawing in the earth with your fingers. Here’s a delightful poem about digging for bait by Marsha Truman Cooper, a Californian. A Knot of Worms As day began… Continue Reading „98. American Life in Poetry: Column 427“
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BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Laura Dimmit is from Joplin, Missouri, and her family survived the fierce tornado of May, 2011. The entire area was strewn with debris, and here’s a poem about just one little piece that fell from the sky. School… Continue Reading „26. American Life in Poetry: Column 426“
117. American Life in Poetry: Column 425
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE If we haven’t done it ourselves, we’ve known people who have, it seems: taken a vacation mostly to photograph a vacation, not really looking at what’s there, but seeing everything through the viewfinder with the idea of looking… Continue Reading „117. American Life in Poetry: Column 425“
100. American Life in Poetry: Column 424
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE It’s a difficult task to accurately imagine one’s self back into childhood. Maybe we can get the physical details right, but it’s very hard to recapture the innocence and wonder. Maureen Ash, who lives in Wisconsin, gets it… Continue Reading „100. American Life in Poetry: Column 424“
54. American Life in Poetry: Column 423
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE If you had to divide your favorite things between yourself and somebody else, what would you keep? Patricia Clark, a Michigan poet, has it figured out. Fifty-Fifty You can have the grackle whistling blackly …….. from the feeder… Continue Reading „54. American Life in Poetry: Column 423“
110. American Life in Poetry: Column 422
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE I love writing poems about the most ordinary of things, and was envious, indeed, when I found this one by Michael McFee, who lives in North Carolina. How I wish I’d written it. Saltine How well its square… Continue Reading „110. American Life in Poetry: Column 422“
101. American Life in Poetry: Column 421
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE This column originates in Nebraska, and our office is about two hours’ drive from that stretch of the Platte River where thousands of sandhill cranes stop for a few weeks each year. Linda Hogan, one of our most… Continue Reading „101. American Life in Poetry: Column 421“
73. American Life in Poetry: Column 420
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE There’s something wonderful about happening upon a musician playing for his or her own pleasure, completely absorbed in the music. Jeff Daniel Marion is a fine poet from east Tennessee. And here’s a woman playing the bagpipes. Playing… Continue Reading „73. American Life in Poetry: Column 420“
6. American Life in Poetry: Column 419
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE It pains an old booklover like me to think of somebody burning a book, but if you’ve gotten one for a quarter and it’s falling apart, well, maybe it’s OK as long as you might be planning to… Continue Reading „6. American Life in Poetry: Column 419“
92. American Life in Poetry: Column 418
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Robert Morgan, who lives in Ithaca, New York, has long been one of my favorite American poets. He’s also a fine novelist and, recently, the biographer of Daniel Boone. His poems are often about customs and folklore, and… Continue Reading „92. American Life in Poetry: Column 418“
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