Tag: poem

  • Sauce Castillo & The Mondegreen

    Nik Stauskas is still coming to terms with his new nickname — and how he got it.  The NBA rookie has gone from Sacramento Kings bench-warmer to full-on marketing sensation in a week, all because of a little misunderstanding. Kings coach George Karl put Stauskas into a game last week against the lowly Philadelphia 76ers.…

  • “Live In The Layers”

    Stanley Kunitz published this poem when he was 73 years old: The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before…

  • A Search For Who To Learn From

    In the next to last poem he ever wrote, A Thanksgiving,  W.H. Auden pays homage to the voices without whom, he reckons, “I couldn’t have managed / even my weakest of lines.”  It’s quite a list:      – Hardy, Thomas and Frost, for inspiring his early adolescent verse      – Yeats and Graves for a young lover, discovering…

  • Fathers’ Day Poem by Bob Hicok

    O my pa-pa By Bob Hicok Our fathers have formed a poetry workshop. They sit in a circle of disappointment over our fastballs and wives. We thought they didn’t read our stuff, whole anthologies of poems that begin, My father never, or those that end, and he was silent as a carp, or those with…

  • Poem By Kay Ryan

      The Best Of It   However carved up or pared down we get, we keep on making the best of it as though it doesn’t matter that our acre’s down to a square foot. As though our garden could be one bean and we’d rejoice if it flourishes, as though one bean could nourish…

  • Poem By Charles Simic

      The Cold As if in a presence of an intelligence Concentrating. I thought myself Scrutinized and measured closely By the sky and the earth, And then algebraized and entered In a notebook page blank and white, Except for the faint blue lines Which might have been bars, For I kept walking and walking, And…

  • Poem For The Hartford Public Library

      MARVELOUS WILL IT BE IN THE EYES OF EVERY GENERATION   There was a clearing, a readiness for first bells, an opening for the outpouring.  A hand was raised: How much of the past would have to be overlooked? He stings, he bites, he is absolutely convinced, and all the time he figures himself…

  • Today

    from Hush Sometimes, you ask About the world; sometimes, I answer back. Nights Return you to me for a while, as sleep returns sleep To a landscape ravaged & familiar. The  dark watermark of your absence, a hush.                                                                                        – David St. John © 1994

  • Wall Poem, Brooklyn

     

  • See You Tomorrow At Concordia College’s Business Breakfast Series

    If you’re awake in Westchester tomorow morning at the ungodly hour of 7am, come for the “Business Breakfast” series at Concordia College.  I’ll be there.  Here’s the last slide I’ll present.  Here’s the first one: (image credit: Hugh MacLoed)