This week's poem, "The snow whirls over the courtyard's roses," is by the Finland-Swedish writer, Tua Forsström, translated from the Swedish by Stina Katchadourian. It's the first poem in her 1998 ...
I've been thinking lately about what is only able to be said through poetry. How a poem can transform a moment into a feeling and make a memory come to life. Poetry has an incantatory effect; I read a ...
A poem by Craig Raine characteristically begins with a visual electric-shock: "The budgerigar pecks at the millet,/ his beak prised apart like a pistachio nut/ by the fat kernel of tongue" ("Mother ...
It's almost here. You held out hope that it would never arrive, but that bitter season always finds a way to rear its ugly head once again. That's right, the first day of winter is fast approaching — ...
When I moved to California last year, I didn't think it was possible to miss the snow. Of all the natural phenomena, snow is pretty low on my list. Despite those first sparkling flakes, as someone who ...
An Egg muffin and hollandaise sauce breakfast in the inn. Outside sound of a snow removal truck at work in the falling snow Loud sighs of a heavy wind blowing across the frozen lake water. College ...
In a series of exquisitely blunt, elegiac poems for his mother, Carl Adamshick returns from her dying days to a changed world: “new calendar” — everything has altered forever. (Many poems in his ...
When you purchase an independently reviewed book through our site, we earn an affiliate commission. By Craig Morgan Teicher SUMMER SNOW New Poems By Robert Hass Poetry has a way of waiting for its ...
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