translated by Paul Merchant, Portland During a single month in 1979, the Greek poet Yannis Ritsos wrote 336one-line poems and published them as a collection in 1980.
from The Oregonian: Poetry
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translated by Paul Merchant, Portland
Moorestown High School
By Madelyn Savitch
Birds with a Broken Wing (Cape, £9), has been shortlisted for the Forward Prize. It is haunted by "the slight bruise of doubt", by what's lost, secret, or misunderstood--as in this first poem of two about Beirut. While the poet escaped, the situation has stalled.
he said to remember that he loved her but that every day he got a little weaker and more mixed up in the head.
five soldiers who died in the accident in Baghdad. His father, Jon Weeks of West Leyden Road, said yesterday the Army informed him and his wife, Karyn Brown, of their son's death.
her film work included The Audition, 1989, directed by her daughter Anna.
3,000 poems. At the end, he reflected on death, God and faith.
the Delaware Track and Field and Pike Creek Valley Running Club halls of fame.
Desmond O'Grady and John Liddy. Mrs. [Nora] McNamara helped edit and publish the nascent literary efforts of both these poets.
reading and writing on a wide range of subjects, especially genealogy. He also loved singing, writing and performing music.
as being an unusual artist is that her works were also accompanied by her poems which echo the theme of the paintings.
a vast amount of English poetry, apparently because his mother, who never mastered Spanish, had no idea what else to teach him.

what On the Road was actually about, Jack Kerouac replied, "It was really a story about two Catholic buddies roaming the country in search of God. And we found him."
When I finished the book a first time, I read it again. And again.
a Times Square hustler called Herbert Huncke coined the term. Kerouac said: "Huncke appeared to us and said 'I'm beat' with radiant light shining out of his despairing eyes...a word perhaps brought from some Midwest carnival or junk cafeteria." Gary Snyder said: "I'm not a Beat poet. I never did know exactly what was meant by the term Beats."
"Evening and Night on Primrose Hill" "To a Tramp Met in the Holidays in Monmouthshire" and "Enchantment". All three were published, unsigned, in the school magazine, The Gresham, between 1922 and 1925, when Auden was a clever, pink-faced 15-year-old. Two of them are among the earliest poems he ever wrote. But all three shed light on his major influences and the state of his adolescent mind.
has been appointed the new Professor of Poetry for Ireland.
and medical professionals, and I don't know how they can live with someone who is not a poet. I never have to explain to someone else when I suddenly disappear into a room to write a poem or take off to Macon to ride around town with Sam and Dave's horn-player. She knows exactly what I'm doing because she does the same thing."
in order to be really beautiful/why not at you?") Others, on the other hand, brilliantly encapusulate vague youthful drives. "Words can't be separated from their semantics," says Ann Cotten.
There's such splendid work for the blind;
has an authentic, vibrant modern poetic culture that would be the envy of any state, a fact that "Whatever Remembers Us" demonstrates in forceful and convincing fashion. There are over 150 selections in the anthology (by far the majority by Alabamians), most dating from the last 50 years.
of the many Philomene Long poems that have appeared in the Mirror, however, since they are lengthy (and brilliant, of course), some have been edited. It's not that we want to mess with the great words of the great Beat Queen of Venice, it's just that we want to print a nice sampling of her work. We truly hope Philomene, wherever she is, is okay with that.
you know, I think had trouble fitting into the academy and the publishing world in the beginning had to do with the fact that they didn't quite know where to put him. He was, like I mentioned, an incredibly disciplined, accomplished writer who could write in any genre, yet who, at the same time, decided to try and defy the rules and play with the rules
in general," she [Joyce Carol Oates] says, "but there are many things which I don't talk about with my husband. We discuss practical problems, but I wouldn't sit down with him and talk about the distant past. It's somewhat in contrast to other Americans, who feel that they have to confess things, but I'm really not like that. It all comes out in the writing; that's enough. And my husband doesn't read my writing either."
but more often simply poignant, these three-line stories were exercises in compression. "On the bowling lawn a stroke levelled M André, 75, of Levalloi. While his ball was still rolling he was no more."
in schools of poetry through poetic theory, Frost objected to being included in any group, claiming that he was a lone wolf. He felt that if poets needed that kind of thing, they should do it, but he preferred to remain independent.
enjoys the accessibility of the medium, but he doesn't consider it his mission as a podcaster to circumvent traditional poetry forums.
anger, recrimination, forgiveness, mistrust, can always lead back to love, only for the cycle to begin again.
Devon Regina DeSalva of Los Angeles, California, who says she wrote this poem to get back at her mother, only to find that her mother loved the poem.
how conventional we all were--we all came from such Victorian houses. Jack was the kid of immigrants. He and Neal were perfect gentlemen. They respected women. Old-fashioned values were part of their consciousness. [--Carolyn Cassady]
her at a world full of dark figures and forebodings, as in "The Singer of Owls", a haunting poem about a man who "wandered off into the darkness" as a boy. "He preferred dim corners, camouflaged himself/with the hair and ears of the others,/and thought about long vowels, and hunger, and the bitterness of deep snow."
has a similar quality of quiet depths, something like a sublime wryness.
Eco Poetry Contest Winner
Three Poems by Elizabeth Robinson
about it. I want to quote, though, a piece of advice from Ezra Pound that seems relevant: "Don't use such an expression as 'dim lands of peace'. It dulls the image. It mixes an abstraction with the concrete. It comes from the writer's not realizing that the natural object is always the adequate symbol."
This poem has a good sense of rage about it. I want to quote, though, a piece of advice from Ezra Pound that seems relevant: "Don't use such an expression as 'dim lands of peace'. It dulls the image. It mixes an abstraction with the concrete. It comes from the writer's not realizing that the natural object is always the adequate symbol."
by Joni Mitchell
Fame
Bellmawr Park Elementary
By Stephanie Dodds
By Coleen Kulik
By Scott Nickelsberg
with particular grace and authority of the domestic life that was for so long not considered a suitable subject for poetry, giving the realities of suburban life an almost mythic significance. Her new collection, Domestic Violence (Carcanet, £8.95) is shortlisted for the Forward Prize.