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Susan Mackervoy
I walk out from the tutorial. There
are rooms with people reading, conversations.
Mountainside, glimpsed through a window. I feel
ancient, the oldest one here.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 29, 2020
Ulalume González de León (translated from the Spanish by Terry Ehret, John Johnson, & Nancy J. Morales)
6:13
and all that’s left is time
No, not time
All that’s left
are the goodbyes
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 28, 2020
Ellen Bryant Voigt
Sweet are the songs of envy and despair,
which count the healthy strangers that we meet
and mark the neighbors' illness mild and brief,
the birds that go on nesting, the brilliant air.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 27, 2020
Sasha Steensen
Sometimes it is ok to be afraid
& necessary
I have one hand
with fear
in it
I hold
it out
toward the wilds
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 26, 2020
W.H. Auden
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 25, 2020
I remain amazed by how many rules the poem seems to break. The first stanza of the poem is a direct violation of that old dictum, “show don’t tell.” Auden makes a lot of claims about how the Old Masters depict suffering, and he tells the reader how to interpret the paintings being discussed. The Old Masters might be showing, but Auden is quite definitely telling.
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- May 25, 2020
Camonghne Felix
in high school I failed everything
graduated with underwhelming decimals
the dark trauma of men lining my transcript
but baby girl has got something
I don't
it's called discipline
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 24, 2020
Henri Cole
I sat on the beach in my red pajamas
and listened to the sparkling foam,
like feelings being fustigated.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 23, 2020
Marcus Wicker
Aristotle claimed, pain arises
from the untoward bracing.
He strikes me as a particularly
anxious dude.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 22, 2020
Maya Abu Al-Hayyat (translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)
Do you know a road for loss
that doesn’t end
in a settlement?
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 21, 2020
