The Little Mermaid’s Fortune-Teller The Little Mermaid’s Fortune-Teller
Refracted through your tide-washed hours, this prince drifts through algid brine, kelp-wound: his ship has foundered in your sky. For his sake you discover land, build
Apr 10, 2003 / Books & the Arts / Reginald Shepherd
To the Unfinished To the Unfinished
Clear eminence without whom I would be nothing oh great provision never seen barely acknowledged even wished away
Mar 27, 2003 / Books & the Arts / W.S. Merwin
Poets Against the War Poets Against the War
Here The Nation presents a few of the works posted on "Poets Against the War," (www.poetsagainstthewar.org), the website set up by Sam Hamill, poet and editor, when he ca...
Feb 19, 2003 / Books & the Arts / Alfred Corn, Sam Hamill, W.S. Merwin, Maxine Kumin, and Rita Dove
Poetry Makes Nothing Happen? Ask Laura Bush Poetry Makes Nothing Happen? Ask Laura Bush
So Laura Bush will not, after all, be discussing the works of Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman and Langston Hughes with a selected group of American poets at the White House on Fe...
Feb 6, 2003 / Books & the Arts / Katha Pollitt
The Rest of Love The Rest of Love
The hive is for where the honey was. Was findable there, then not. Sometimes, I think I dreamed it, or I am saying it like a thing
Jan 16, 2003 / Books & the Arts / Carl Phillips
Frederick Seidel of St. Louis Frederick Seidel of St. Louis
Frederick Seidel of St. Louis, Missouri, is probably the last American decadent--certainly he is the most distinguished.
Dec 12, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Robyn Creswell
‘Obscure as That Heaven of the Jews’ ‘Obscure as That Heaven of the Jews’
In the rabbi's parable a lame one climbs Onto a blind one's shoulders and together They take the fruit of the garden of the Lord.
Nov 26, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Robert Pinsky
Wheeling My Father Through the Alzheimer’s Ward Wheeling My Father Through the Alzheimer’s Ward
Here where everyone forgets everything, including where they are or what they are fighting to remember,
Nov 26, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Edward Hirsch
The Call of the Junco Bird The Call of the Junco Bird
An English woman I've never met calls to read me her new poem about the little Texas junco bird whose cry sounded to the early settlers
Nov 26, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Edward Hirsch
‘The Heart’s Garden’ ‘The Heart’s Garden’
The day that Kenneth Rexroth died was not a dark, cold day.
Oct 31, 2002 / Books & the Arts / John Palattella