Poetry
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Kings of the F**king Sea by Dan Boehl
Jason Storms reviews Dan Boehl’s Kings of the F**king Sea today in Rumpus Poetry.
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The Last Poem I Loved: “Snow for Wallace Stevens” by Terrance Hayes
The only time I had the privilege to meet Jake Adam York was after a panel he participated in at the 2012 AWP Conference. The panel was called “In White: White Poets and Race,” and I was hooked. For so…
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The Rumpus National Poetry Month Project 2013
Welcome to the Rumpus National Poetry Month Project! This is the fifth time in a row we’ve celebrated April with a previously unpublished poem a day. We’ll update this post each day with a link to that day’s poem. Enjoy!…
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National Poetry Month Day 34: “Newborn” by Deborah Ager
This brings our 2013 National Poetry Month Project to a close. I’d like to thank all 34 poets who trusted us with their work and all the people who read, appreciated, and forwarded their work along on Facebook and Twitter,…
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The Collected Poems by Marcel Proust
Joe Winkler reviews the Collected Poems of Marcel Proust today in Rumpus Poetry.
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National Poetry Month Day 33: “______________________ studio practice with italicized Michael Ondaatje quote” by Khadijah Queen
30 days hath Septemnber, April June and November, but National Poetry Month hath as many days as we want it to hath. ______________________ studio practice with italicized Michael Ondaatje quote
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Seasons Smooth and Unperplext by Henry Williams
Autumn Elizabeth reviews Henry Williams’s seasons smooth and unperplext today in Rumpus Poetry.
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National Poetry Month Day 32: “Some Philosophies of Orbit” by Wesley Rothman
Some Philosophies of Orbit
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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Syria’s Poets Under Threat
The debate about political poetry in the United States sometimes has an arid feel to it. Essential, yes. But fatally so? Not very often. But poets caught up in violent political events are brethren. I believe it is essential for…
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The Switching Yard by Jan Beatty
Julie Marie Wade reviews Jan Beatty’s The Switching Yard today in Rumpus Poetry.
