If I Squint, I See Them Clearly
With its host of defunct genomes, a rupturing cosmos, malevolent gods, a derelict body politic, and endless war, the poems in this collection act as harbingers of the wasteland America…
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National Poetry Month Day 4: “The Last Meal of the Iceman” by T.R. Hummer
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April. The Last Meal of the…
#AdrienneRich
While putting linen into a hat box and then putting the hat box into a cardboard box, because I’m moving from the mountain to the city, I get a call…
National Poetry Month Day 3: “Cousins” by Jonterri Gadson
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April. Cousins On the rock slide…
The Last Poem I Loved: “Modotti” by Adrienne Rich
I didn’t have time to be devastated on the day Adrienne Rich died, but I still couldn’t keep back the tears. Like so many others, Rich was The One to…
National Poetry Month Day 2: “At the Book Shrink” by Brenda Shaughnessy
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April. At the Book Shrink one…
National Poetry Month at The Rumpus
This is the fourth time we at The Rumpus have celebrated National Poetry Month by running a new, original poem by a different poet every day of April (and sometimes…
The Penguin Anthology of 20th Century American Poetry
It is clear from Dove’s introduction to the anthology, and from her selections, that she just wanted an engaging, informative, high -quality collection. She succeeded.
An Inverted World of Trees and Trembling Sky
At its best, After the Point of No Return gives us just what we hope to find: poems that wrestle with mortality, retrace the steps of a life, and take…
Adrienne Rich, 1929 – 2012
Adrienne Rich, one of the preeminent poets of the 20th and early 21st centuries, has died at the age of 82, according to the LA Times. I don’t really have…
“How clearly you can see some nights,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Katie Chaple
How clearly you can see some nights So many stars like salt crystals scattered on a tablecloth, the seeming blankness of space,
Tell Me She Is Happy With Her Life
In this collection, Chaple successfully fuses the personal with the spatial. As a result, an awareness of the way poems, by airing out the rooms of stanzas, can provide at…