Posts Tagged: The Last Poem I Loved

The Last Poem I Loved: “The Devil and Billy Markham” by Shel Silverstein

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Having been an English teacher with an undergrad degree in Journalism, one might think I read a lot of quality work, but I don’t. I read news and posts that probably take less time to write than it does for me to make coffee, and I worry about that. I fear my sensitivities for literature […]

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Jazzy Danziger: The Last Poem I Loved, “Epithalament” by Brenda Shaughnessy

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Contrary to popular belief, language is not flat, passionless, clichéd and dying, and if you disagree, it’s imperative that you read Brenda Shaughnessy’s poem “Epithalament” as soon as possible. Language must be “weirded” if it’s going to make the ordinary new again and rejuvenate the old ideas. Someone’s bland “I’m sad and exhausted” is Shaughnessy’s […]

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Judy Ossello: The Last Poem I Loved, “Interrogation” by Sophie Cabot Black

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“When you have me as I’m standing / Against a wall” ignites memories of intimacy that overcome the who, what, where, and when of relationships. Intense moments have a quality of sameness. You feel alive in that moment, not specific, and this poem offers some words where there are none. A good kiss has a […]

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The Last Poem I Loved: “Clip from Francis Jammes” by Charles North

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Charles North works in many modes—conceptual architect, thingy neurographer, witty synthesist, maker of the poetic equivalent of very fine shirts—but I think I like him best when he gets all lucent and dreamy, as in “Clip from Francis Jammes.” To translate is to carry across. The poem translates Jammes’s wordier one, but in North’s hands […]

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