In the Well My father cinched the rope, a noose around my waist, and lowered me into the darkness. I could taste my fear. It tasted first of dark, then earth, then rot. I swung and struck my head and at that moment got another then: then blood, which spiked my mouth with iron. Hand… (συνέχεια…)
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Knoxville, Tennessee I always like summer best you can eat fresh corn from daddy’s garden and okra and greens and cabbage and lots of barbecue and buttermilk and homemade ice cream at the church picnic and listen to gospel music outside at the church homecoming and go to the mountains with your grandmother and go… (συνέχεια…)
“This poem was written after hearing Kwame Alexander and Rachel Martin talk about Martin Luther King Jr.’s speech ‘I Have a Dream’ which was inspired by Langston Hughes’ poem ‘I Dream a World.’ With all we’ve lost and learned this past year, and all that remains to be repaired, I thought perhaps we should all… (συνέχεια…)
The Love-Hat Relationship I have been thinking about the love-hat relationship. It is the relationship based on love of one another’s hats. The problem with the love-hat relationship is that it is superficial. You don’t necessarily even know the other person. Also it is too dependent on whether the other person is even wearing the… (συνέχεια…)
The Partial Explanation Seems like a long time Since the waiter took my order. Grimy little luncheonette, The snow falling outside. Seems like it has grown darker Since I last heard the kitchen door Behind my back Since I last noticed Anyone pass on the street. A glass of ice-water Keeps me company At this… (συνέχεια…)
A poem concerning the coronavirus pandemic and its effect on the United States. The Miracle of Morning I thought I’d awaken to a world in mourning. Heavy clouds crowding, a society storming. But there’s something different on this golden morning. Something magical in the sunlight, wide and warming. I see a dad with a stroller… (συνέχεια…)
Introduction to Poetry I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the walls for a… (συνέχεια…)
This poem isn’t interested in my exhaustion only how it can open itself, carve a valley through my fear. I want to name each feeling and let each name go. There is a place in me where I have never been sick. Bravery, let me speak of pain I thought was done with me yet… (συνέχεια…)
I Am Offering This Poem I am offering this poem to you, since I have nothing else to give. Keep it like a warm coat when winter comes to cover you, or like a pair of thick socks the cold cannot bite through, I love you, I have nothing else to give you, so it… (συνέχεια…)
l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness This is the first poem in his 1958 collection 95 Poems. When the text is laid out horizontally, it reads as l(a leaf falls)oneliness —in other words, a leaf falls (ένα φύλλο πέφτει) inserted between the first two letters of loneliness (μοναξιά). The other image, “oneliness”… (συνέχεια…)
This Room The room I entered was a dream of this room. Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine. The oval portrait of a dog was me at an early age. Something shimmers, something is hushed up. We had macaroni for lunch every day except Sunday, when a small quail was induced to… (συνέχεια…)
Michael Ryan (b. 1946) is a poet from St. Louis, Missouri. Spring (Again) The birds were louder this morning, raucous, oblivious, tweeting their teensy bird-brains out. It scared me, until I remembered it’s Spring. How do they know it? A stupid question. Thank you, birdies. I had forgotten how promise feels. Άνοιξη (πάλι)… (συνέχεια…)
Ο πρώτος της σύζυγός της ήταν Έλληνας. Το επώνυμό της —Αγγέλου— προφέρεται στα αγγλικά περίπου σαν Άντζελοου. Alone Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong That nobody, But nobody… (συνέχεια…)
Raymond Carver (1938-1988) was born in Clatskanie, Oregon and grew up in Yakima, Washington. The Trestle I’ve wasted my time this morning, and I’m deeply ashamed. I went to bed last night thinking about my dad. About that little river we used to fish —Butte Creek— near Lake Almanor. Water lulled me to sleep…. (συνέχεια…)
On April 12, 1941, Toi Derricotte was born in Hamtramck, Michigan. She earned her BA in special education from Wayne State University and her MA in English literature from New York University. Cherry Blossoms I went down to mingle my breath with the breath of the cherry blossoms. There were photographers: Mothers arranging their… (συνέχεια…)
Your Catfish Friend If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, “It’s… (συνέχεια…)
Robert Penn Warren (1905-1989) was born in Guthrie, Kentucky. Tell Me a Story [Α] Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard The great geese hoot northward. I could not see them, there being no moon And the stars sparse. I heard them. I did… (συνέχεια…)
The Last Word I am a door of metaphor waiting to be opened. You’ll find no lock, no key. All are free to enter, at will. Simply step over the threshold. Remember to dress for travel, though. Visitors have been known to get carried away. Η τελευταία λέξη Είμαι μια πόρτα (μεταφορικά) που περιμένει να… (συνέχεια…)
Prints Seeing photos of ancestors a century past is like looking at your own fingerprints— circles and lines you can’t recognize until someone else with a stranger’s eye looks close and says that’s you. Αποτυπώματα Βλέποντας φωτογραφίες προγόνων έναν αιώνα μετά είναι σαν να κοιτάζεις τα δικά σου δακτυλικά αποτυπώματα— κύκλοι και γραμμές που… (συνέχεια…)
This Page Ripped Out and Rolled Into a Ball A rose by any other name could be Miguel or Tiffany Could be David or Vashti Why not Aya which means beautiful flower but also verse and miracle and a bird that flies away quickly You see where this is going That is you could look… (συνέχεια…)
