Come on. Come on. Come on, now. Come on.
Poetry
Thanks a Lot, Shakespeare, for the Starling
there’s a hole through which reasoning escapes
St. Perpetua/St. Felicity
The pain wasn’t in dying/ but in belief in you, that you required of me
Foley Poetry Prize-Winners
The Foley Poetry Prize has been awarded every spring since 1988.
Arise
the now-maimed but still
living parents beg, “Arise, come forth!”
Searching Out Walt Whitman
I know your ghost
still drifts like a dirty angel through this town.
Poet Gregory Pardlo on growing up with a complicated father
Greg Pardlo’s new memoir clips quickly along and burdens the reader with almost no slow moments.
Review: In ‘Wild Nights with Emily’ love casts out fear
Dickinson is not a poet stunted by fear of living, but an eccentric hermit delighted by the world and delighting in her craft.
Catholic poet Dana Gioia: Is poetry still a spiritual vocation?
I never try to impose narrow, moral interpretations on art. Poetry is mostly about the joyful discoveries of language and imagination.
Facets of the Maker: the life and work of Mary Oliver
In “Steepletop,” an essay in which Mary Oliver recalls her time living at Edna St. Vincent Millay’s estate of the same name, she insists: “We need to be each others’ storytellers—at least we have to try. One wants to know what the beautiful strangers were like—one needs to know. Still, it is like painting the […]
