The germ of the poem I Me Mine came to Matthe Kohut when he startled awake on a train that was passing through the area where he grew up.
The Argentine writer and poet Jorge Luis Borges once wrote: “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
Jennifer Hollis' poem site on the threshold of motherhood, at the moment of transition when the personal and intimately known is sent out into a world keen to lay claim to it with a designation.
Theodore Roethke was an intensely introspective poet whose work has been hailed by critics as some of the finest American poetry from the last century.
"While I often found the emergence from the dark of the tunnel shocking, as my eyes would adjust and I would look forward and skyward, I always found this image to be comforting, reassuring."
though sometimes it is necessaryto reteach a thing its loveliness,to put a hand on its browof the flowerand retell it in words and in touchit is lovely - Galway Kinnell In a 2001 interview with The Christian Science Monitor, poet Galway Kinnell talked about seeing beyond the usual clichés of things: "'Pig' is a pejorative… Continue reading Galway Kinnell – Saint Francis and the Sow
Gwendolyn Brooks' Boy Breaking Glass looks at the creative imperative and the drive towards expression in a boy with curtailed options. Dedicated to the writer Marc Crawford who asked Brooks to write a poem about inequality, the images she uses are detractive and dissonant - the hole in the glass filled with the contrasting black and white objects.
Clifford Venho's Forest of the Unsung, marks the magical transition in a rich and dark forest setting from night into a day that is like 'a book waiting to be read.'
Using the stark language of cold glaciers and barren deserts, Margaret Atwood paints a picture of marriage as something that survives on the very peripheries of primitive forces and natural epics. Not a house or even a tent, it's a place where we are 'learning to make fire', as though we are still in the very first and most primal stages of the endeavor.
This poem by Alaska-based poet Dan Branch is a reflection on the values and burdens of guilt.