With time I understand and had courage grown
from hope's weak lights, I am not on my own
I sit smiling in everything that I contrive
at the reader, and the odds it may survive
Anna Kamieńska (1920-1986) was a Polish poet, literary critic, translator and children's book author. I read a short elegy by her hand, in a translation by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanaugh A prayer that will be answered Lord let me suffer much and then die Let me walk through silence and leave nothing behind not ...
Today a 1969 poem by Missouri-born James Tate (1943-2014) who once said that "If you laughed earlier in the poem, and I bring you close to tears in the end, that’s the best." I read this poem because it shows the magic of language and absurdity that Tate handled well: Cryptozoa I wish the stone lady ...
Scottish poet Carol Ann Duffy (b. 1946) has said "poetry and prayer are very similar". Here is her 1993 poem "prayer": Prayer Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself. So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands and stare at the minims sung by a tree, a ...
Beat poetry is something different. Joanne Kyger (1934-2017), associated with the San Francisco Renaissance, was influenced by Zen Buddhism, lived in Japan, traveled in India with Ginsberg. I like this song of hers: It's been a long time _______________NOTES FROM THE REVOLUTION During the beat of this story you may find other beats. I mean ...
Richard Kenney (b. 1948) is an American poet and professor of English. His work has been praised for his deft use of language and formal poetic forms. Today, I read an innocent morning poem: Aubade Cold snap. Five o'clock. Outside, a heavy frost—dark footprints in the brittle grass; a cat's. Quick coffee, jacket, watch-cap, keys. ...
Jane Shore (b. 1947) is an American poet with a unique voice, often expressing her Jewish heritage. Don't confuse her with a love of King Edward IV :) I found a funny poem entitled 'November': November My north-exposed begonia the first frost got to, spunky in its porcelain pot splays out like spokes of an ...
Poetry is a kind of distilled insinuation. It’s a way of expanding and talking around an idea or a question. Sometimes, more actually gets said through such a technique than a full frontal assault. - Yusef Komunyakaa
Today I read a poem by Lisel Mueller (b. 1924), another Pulitzer Prize-winning poet (in 1996, for her poetry collection Alive together), born in Germany who emigrated to the US as a child. She wrote a famous poem about 'things', but I prefer this one: Blood Oranges In 1936, a child in Hitler's Germany, what ...