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Nate Klug on Milton’s God
Atsuro Riley is the best least-well-known poet writing today: Thicket
I really like the folding of Rilke that George Kalogeris does in Rilke Rereading Holderlin
Maureen N. McLane : Best Laid
Eliza Griswold : Water Table
Carrie Fountain : Burn Lake
Delightful surprises in Zachary Schomburg’s The One About the Robbers
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Psalm of Life”:
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not the goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
E. E. Cummings, 26 from No Thanks:
what does little Ernest croon
in his death at afternoon?
(kow dow r 2 bul retoinis
wus de woids uf lil Oinis
T. Alan Broughton
Sweet love, I love the earth
because it brought you here
where seasons imitate
the losses we must live.
The first and only person in your flesh
since the world began bends
to admire that budding crocus,
then walks to me through shade and light
to shape this passing hour.
A brutal but wonderful A Thank-You Note by Michael Ryan
A Waffle House makes an appearance in Wilmer Mills’ Double Vision
the blue room
as you turn to
and to hold me
Adam Kirsch is quite smug and condescending to his subjects in his recent poems, but at least the Revolutionaries, 1929 probably deserved it.
A powerful poem on betrayal by Gwyneth Lewis : Fooled Me for Years with the Wrong Pronouns
Rachel Jamison Webster writes a thrilling poem about purpose and pregnancy in Dolphins at Seven Weeks.
Like any good sonnet Anthony Opal’s “Sonnet” is full of lots.
A perfectly unsettled poem by Sara Miller : Moves in the Field
“My four-year-old daughter handed me a card” is the first line from Shann Ray’s poem on fatherhood Hesperus