image of "a single shawl/Wrapped tightly round us," then flings at them Darlene's poem about killing her husband and the demand of militant poet-playwright Amiri Baraka for "poems shooting like guns." Poetry accommodates ugliness as well as beauty, Holly insists, "and the response of the soul to either extremity: empathy." .jpg)
when Harriet [Westbrook] was fished out of the Thames two years later, pregnant at 21 with her third child (which, as [Janet] Todd argues persuasively, may well have been his). 
in labour, leaving her child with nothing in the house "but a broken sack of potatoes growing eyes". The midwife worries about the freshness of the mother's milk and wraps the baby in a white shirt: "it's beautiful she thinks--/snow nobody has walked on."
I needed it to say and it would also silence what needed silencing. It's still very difficult for me to speak up, to say what I want, what I don't want or feel comfortable with. It's a constant battle for me: performing poetry became a stage where I could practice being heard.
he would see me soon in Havana.
during the one week that the Egypt Minister of Culture, Mr. Farouk Hosni, needed to organise a reading for me at the Akhenaton Gallery in Cairo. It was first performed there on 22nd February, 1988 and published in an Arabic translation in the Al-Ahram newspaper..jpg)
Go to a bookstore and find a copy of The Book of Fables. Turn to page 14 and read the rest of "Tergvinder's Stone." By its last sentence you'll know whether this is a book for you. Even then, bear in mind that [W.S.] Merwin's "enigmatic short prose" works best by being read slowly, over time, a special and rare treat. ·
A line of poetry can make his beard bristle as he [A.E. Housman's] shaves, or cause a shiver down his spine, or 'a constriction of the throat' as well as 'a precipitation of water to the eyes'. For so reticent a man it was a surprising performance. It possibly upset his health, and he came to regard the date of the lecture, May 1933, as an ominous moment in his life.
in the West, the Tang Dynasty poet stands as tall in the Chinese cultural consciousness as William Shakespeare does in the English- speaking world. 
ever since coming across the splendid 'Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover' years ago, despite the fact that his satires make no attempt whatever to conform to Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's excellent diktat, "Satire should, like a polished razor keen,/ Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen."
do so always with two hands, and always in silence. This was one of Miss Alice Rothschild's rules, which is followed by the National Trust at Waddesdon to this day. Nothing must be allowed to surprise or distract you when washing porcelain.
the "little ones" including himself to a poor bird that cannot sing because it is sitting in a cage. Yet Maya Angelou's famous title claimed, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. Who is correct? Can a caged bird sing or not?
in-world by placing ads in SL media--including the SL Enquirer and the streaming radio station KONA Radio--and by throwing a release party. The Absence of Shadows also exists as a flesh-and-blood--er, pulp-and-ink--book, available for purchase at the print-on-demand site cafepress.com.
when Adam and Eve ate the apple from the tree of knowledge and were cast out of Eden in disgrace for hiding their nakedness. The mosquitoes follow "two-legs" to a "suddenly impure planet" where the female mosquito, adapting to her new habitat, develops a taste for our blood.
by William Carlos Williams, from The Collected Poems of W.C. Williams.
and Joseph Campbell are all wrong, a poem tends to have one foot in the unconscious and the other in the sunshine. Everyone who has ever written a successful poem knows what I am talking about: In the time necessary to get from the start of a poem to its conclusion, the poet is operating like a pilot in the early days of aviation, relying less on external controls, even in the case of highly formal poetry, and more on his own experience and intuition to gauge the plane’s position and performance as he tries to find his way and then bring the craft in for a nice soft landing. 
that can kill not only all of us but everything else on the planet, yet when the wind rises we run for cover, as we have done for as long as we've been on this earth. Here's hoping we never have the skill or arrogance to conquer the weather. And weather stories? We tell them in the same way our ancestors related encounters with fearsome dragons. This poem by Minnesota poet Warren Woessner honors the tradition by sharing an experience with a hurricane. 
that this summer Nancy has been revived by Hollywood--sporting a BlackBerry rather than bobby socks--or that the movie has drawn a mostly female audience. But the transformation didn't take. 
of St. Francis, so benign and sanctified that the wild birds settle on him, emerges as if by association with the contrasting, ancient Roman image of birds as indicators of divinity. The poet [Carl Phillips] associates the pre-Christian image with the pursuit of an art, finding meaning in the "strays" of apparently random experience.
and note down the kind of patterns each makes. For instance: wind seems to blow in long phrases; kids' shouts cluster. Or, if you're indoors with all the windows shut, turn your attention to ticking electrical appliances or your own pulse.
the starring role in the first half of his book, and it's a wise choice, not only because Ellicott's achievements were impressive and consequential--as Linklater writes, "his lines helped define the shapes of no fewer than eleven states and the District of Columbia, as well as the southern and northern frontiers of the United States"--but also because Ellicott was an intriguing figure, and Linklater is highly skilled at character portrayal:
until sometime after 1750, people read "intensively." They had only a few books, and they read them over and over again, usually aloud. By 1800, people were reading "extensively." They read all kinds of material, especially periodicals and newspapers, and read items only once before racing on to the next.
Nor indeed did the territory he defended belong to him. Not even his weapon or his equipment belongs to him. But he stands under the rain of death from aircraft and burning pitch from city walls, mine and pitfall beneath his feet, pestilence and mustard gas around him, there he stands, flesh-and-blood quiver for javelin and arrow, target, tank pulp, gas inhaler, with the enemy in front of him and the General behind.
By Mary-Lane Kamberg
by Jean Sprackland
Sunday Morning Walk
Horace Mann Elementary
By Danielle Frank
By Coleen Kulik
By Jessica Trout [The Midnight Drive]
By Evan McDonnell
copyright 2007 by Ashley Davis Prend. Prend is a psychotherapist in Portsmouth, a writer, a singer, and a radio talk show host.
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throughout this book like pearls, and I found myself returning to them for re-reading time and time again.
By Alan Michael Parker
he wrote a dozen books, and received Guggenheim, Rockefeller and National Endowment for the Arts fellowships. His work appeared in magazines such as The New Yorker, The Atlantic Monthly and The American Poetry Review. He was also a Fellow of the American Academy of Poets. 
speckled trout fishing pond on his land and built a camp there, affording many hours of relaxation and pleasure. In his leisure, Lyle was a talented and published poet
of three children, was "the glue that held the family together," [Christine] Bell said.
"Shrapnel and Ashes" in 1947. According to her, "A big wave of uproar took place about it."
is the clearest example of her [Mary Ellen Solt's] concrete verses. The title appears at the bottom of the page. Each letter has a different word "growing" out of it to form a "branch" of the plant. 
and a poet-institution, [Dragutin] Tadijanovic imposed himself as a norm and standard with special influence on the "krugovasi" generation of poets. The constant interest of the expert and wider reading audience as well as numerous reissuing of his books testify about the popularity of his lyrics.
in the former Ha Tien province (Kien Giang today), poet Mong Tuyet wrote in a variety of genres including short stories, poetry, drama, and essays. She also translated poetry and wrote literature survey works.
as outgoing, [Justin A.] Verdeja was remembered as quiet. Verdeja learned Arabic quickly and spoke complete sentences to the Iraqis, his squad leader Gabriel Salas said. 
published novels, several humor pieces and countless articles, poems and essays. His first novel, A Wreath and a Curse, was adapted in the 1950s to a Broadway play, All Summer Long.
"All JFS students and staff were very deeply saddened and affected by the tragic loss of Rivka Wolfson. Rivka was a thoughtful, mature child with a rare independence of mind - a real free spirit and a prodigious talent. She excelled in all her subjects and had a special fondness for poetry. She had a deeply caring and kind nature. We shall miss her greatly."
of the Tin Pan Alley lyricists, whose most indelible work was the oft-recorded 1955 hit "Unchained Melody" but whose oeuvre ranged from jingles to songs about science to ballads of love and war, died yesterday at his home in Westport, Conn. He was 99. 
