Monthly Archives: April 2015

April came, is nearly gone. School bells ring and out tumble May flowers and lazy summer days on bicycles. As such what better way to end National Poetry Month than with this poem by James Wright. Lying in a Hammock … Continue reading →

On this penultimate day of National Poetry Month here’s a poem about moving to the other side by Dean Young. The Invention of Heaven The mind becomes a field of snow but then the snow melts and dandelionsblink on and … Continue reading →

It's a throwback, thoroughly modern, animated day for National Poetry Month with this sobering poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley. Ozymandias I met a traveller from an antique landWho said, “Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near … Continue reading →

Today for National Poetry a poem about the intrusion of the outer on the inner life Billy Collins. Tanager If only I had not listened to the piece on the morning radio about the former asylumwhose inmates were kept busyat … Continue reading →

For this last Sunday of National Poetry Month here's a harsh poem by the great late Northern California Big Sur eco-poet Robinon Jeffers. Birth-Dues Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely contemptible, the dangled Carrot the ass … Continue reading →

Because it's his birthday, here today for National Poetry Month is a wonderful poem about place by Ted Kooser. So This Is Nebraska The gravel road rides with a slow gallopover the fields, the telephone linesstreaming behind, its billow of … Continue reading →

Today for National Poetry Month this poem about how one comes into the world by Gregory Pardlo. Written by Himself I was born in minutes in a roadside kitchen a skillet whispering my name. I was born to rainwater and … Continue reading →

Today for National Poetry Month this poem by Dan Chelotti, partly because of the poem's mythological allusion but also because of Chelotti's truism: “the only way to touch a poem is with the mouth.” Odysseus Amongst the Swine Glances Towards … Continue reading →

With the onset of the BARK less than four weeks away, last night I dreamed of being camped with berries. Thus today for National Poetry Month this poem by Galway Kinnell. Blackberry Eating I love to go out in late … Continue reading →

Here in St. Louis it's a chilly National Poetry Month morning, and the LED lights up and down the UCity Loop are a steady cool: a mid-spring morning to evoke “profound pity,” as in this poem by Sarah Trudgeon. Drugstore … Continue reading →