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| Poetry: American Life in Poetry: Column 076 |
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By Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate 2004-2006
I'd guess we've all had dreams like the one portrayed in this wistful poem by Tennessee poet Jeff Daniel Marion. And I'd guess that like me, you too have tried to nod off again just to capture a few more moments from the past.
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Posted by Rose on Thursday, September 07 @ 08:58:40 EDT (419 reads)
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| Poetry: American Life in Poetry: Column 074 |
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By Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate 2004-2006
Of taking long walks it has been said that a person can walk off anything. Here David Mason hikes a mountain in his home state, Colorado, and steps away from an undisclosed personal loss into another state, one of healing.
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Posted by Rose on Thursday, August 24 @ 09:58:17 EDT (495 reads)
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| Poetry: American Life in Poetry: Column 072 |
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By Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate 2004-2006
Those who survived the Great Depression of the 1930s have a tough, no-nonsense take on what work is. If when I was young I'd told my father I was looking for fulfilling work, he would have looked at me as if I'd just arrived from Mars. Here the Pennsylvania poet, Jan Beatty, takes on the voice of her father to illustrate the thinking of a generation of Americans.
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Posted by Rose on Thursday, August 10 @ 13:00:56 EDT (464 reads)
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| Poetry: American Life in Poetry: Column 071 |
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By Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate 2004-2006
William Carlos Williams, one of our country's most influential poets and a New Jersey physician, taught us to celebrate daily life. Here Albert Garcia offers us the simple pleasures and modest mysteries of a single summer day.
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Posted by Rose on Thursday, August 03 @ 10:33:19 EDT (428 reads)
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by John Roberts
In Loving Memory
I was recently looking around the internet for a funeral poem that had not already been massively overused. As I was unable to find one that expressed what I wanted to say, I decided to try and write one of my own and this is the result. I hope maybe that others may find it of some use in these difficult times.
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Posted by Rose on Saturday, July 29 @ 16:32:23 EDT (1052 reads)
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| Poetry: American Life in Poetry: Column 070 |
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By Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate 2004-2006
As a man I'll never gain the wisdom Sharon Olds expresses in this poem about motherhood, but one of the reasons poetry is essential is that it can take us so far into someone else's experience that we feel it's our own.
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Posted by Rose on Saturday, July 29 @ 09:36:17 EDT (565 reads)
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| Poetry: American Life in Poetry: Column 069 |
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By Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate 2004-2006
This marvelous poem by the California poet Marsha Truman Cooper perfectly captures the world of ironing, complete with its intimacy. At the end, doing a job to perfection, pressing the perfect edge, establishes a reassuring order to an otherwise mundane and slightly tawdry world.
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Posted by Rose on Monday, July 24 @ 20:26:26 EDT (447 reads)
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| Poetry: American Life in Poetry: Column 068 |
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By Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate 2004-2006
Here is a marvelous little poem about a long marriage by the Kentucky poet, Wendell Berry. It's about a couple resigned to and comfortable with their routines. It is written in language as clear and simple as its subject. As close together as these two people have grown, as much alike as they have become, there is always the chance of the one, unpredictable, small moment of independence. Who will be the first to say goodnight?
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Posted by Rose on Monday, July 24 @ 20:24:33 EDT (471 reads)
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| Poetry: American Life in Poetry: Column 067 |
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By Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate 2004-2006
One in a series of elegies by New York City poet Catherine Barnett, this poem describes the first gathering after death has shaken a family to its core. The father tries to help his grown daughter forget for a moment that, a year earlier, her own two daughters were killed, that she is now alone. He's heartsick, realizing that drinking can only momentarily ease her pain, a pain and love that takes hold of the entire family. The children who join her in the field are silent guardians.
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Posted by Rose on Thursday, July 06 @ 22:38:35 EDT (482 reads)
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| Poetry: American Life in Poetry: Column 066 |
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By Ted Kooser, US Poet Laureate 2004-2006
Some of the most telling poetry being written in our country today has to do with the smallest and briefest of pleasures. Here Marie Howe of New York captures a magical moment: sitting in the shelter of a leafy tree with the rain falling all around.
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Posted by Rose on Thursday, June 29 @ 22:23:37 EDT (492 reads)
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