“. . . the entire poetic oeuvre of Israeli poet, feminist, and peace activist Dahlia Ravikovitch . . .”
The publication of this physically small book puts Canadian poet and songwriter Leonard Cohen in the company of the most beloved poets in the English language.
“Yawp,” “mudluscious,” “lullly, lullay!” Modern poets broke all rules as they infused their work with everything new: invented words, imagism, concrete poetry, free verse, irony, oxymora held toget
The title poem in Jennifer Grotz’s second book, a poem placed before its three sections, opens with an epigraph from Samuel Daniel, “When your eyes have done their part/Thought must length it in th
When W. S. Merwin’s term as Poet Laureate of the United States expires this summer I dare Librarian of Congress Billington, and double dare President Obama, to appoint Marge Piercy to the post.
Ardency: A Chronicle of the Amistad Rebels is Kevin Young’s powerful verse account of the 1839 mutiny of Mendi-speaking kidnap victims from Sierra Leone.
Reading Ezra Pound can be a demanding experience as he often slips into French, Spanish, Italian, or ancient Greek—using the Greek alphabet of course.
A Measuring Worm
This yellow-striped greenCaterpillar, climbing upThe steep window screen,
The title of Millicent Borges Accardi’s poetry chapbook, Woman on a Shaky Bridge, does not come from any of the lines of the 16 poems in this collection but rather from its preface, which
At the outset of this review this reviewer should confess his prejudices: he is a fan of C. K. Williams.
Even those who rarely read poetry in the course of an average day will usually be willing to ponder some sad, poignant, or inspirational elegiac verse upon the occasion of a loved one’s death.
the inciting incidentScene: Arc d’ Triumph. Jude Law meets Gabriel
Garcia Marquez, calls him Gabo.
Marquez slaps the boy and calls him puta,
Eloquent Books, June 2009
A Picture Book That Encourages Children to Believe In Themselves
I want my obituary to say thatI wrote in the language of dogsand not that I sat sprinklingblack letters on a white ladder,leading my own eye down