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“Lying in a Hammock…” By James Wright

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

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“The Invention of Heaven” by Dean Young

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

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“Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelly

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

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“Tanager” by Billy Collins

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

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“Birth Dues” by Robinson Jeffers

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

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“So This Is Nebraska” by Ted Kooser

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

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“Written by Himself” by Gregory Pardlo

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

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