Poetry
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National Poetry Month Day 31: “Machine Song” by Bruce Snider
We’re never satisfied with just the 30 days that April offers for National Poetry Month, so we’re keeping it going for a little while longer. Machine Song I Xerox what I need to keep (a sheaf of papers, taxes, real…
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National Poetry Month Day 30: From “Sungone Noon” by Christian Wiman
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. From “Sungone Noon” One raised goats;
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A Brilliant Button Without Any Cloth
The promised west in The Oregon Trail IS The Oregon Trail is an amalgam of bootstrap romance, wilderness bordered by suburban sprawl, death, and the ferocity of natural processes.
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National Poetry Month Day 28: “Nine Out of Ten Dentists Agree I Am Not an Octopus” by Gregory Sherl
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. Nine Out of Ten Dentists Agree I Am Not an Octopus I think I am…
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National Poetry Month Day 27: “Barry Bonds on the Witness Stand” by Oscar Bermeo
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. Barry Bonds on the Witness Stand Barry Bonds trial, courtroom blog Day 11
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I Used to be Epic Spittle
It’s the project of the impossible, then, that makes Yau’s new collection so provocative and provoking, so worth reading, even for a reader’s or poet’s temperament that might be different from Yau’s.
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The Rumpus Interview with Lawrence Weschler Regarding the Death of Wislawa Szymborska
Wislawa Szymborska died on Feb. 1 this year. Born in Poland 1923, Szymborska lived through the political tumults of the 20th century, but her poetry stubbornly presented the individual conscience in the face of history. A shy and retiring woman,…
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The Last Poem I Loved: Zachary Schomburg’s Poem-Film “Your Limbs Will Be Torn Off In a Farm Accident”
When I saw this poem, I took it personally. I cried. I sent it to friends and family. “Look at this, look at this!” My emails were demanding. “This is what happened to me.”
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National Poetry Month Day 26: “14 Fragments/10 Muses [Re:Sonnet #38]” by Ana Božičević
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. 14 Fragments/10 Muses [Re:Sonnet #38] We’re with James Baldwin in a lofty basement room, with…
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Held Together By Sinews
Kinsella describes; he does not prescribe. He rests less comfortably in his retreat than Thoreau and without the surety that he lives an exemplary life.
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National Poetry Month Day 24: “All Is Love” by John Gallaher
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. All Is Love Sorry. I’m wrong. Everyone lives alone. All is not love. All is…
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National Poetry Month Day 23: “While John Berryman Drives In His Orange Chevrolet Through A Minnesota Rainstorm To Lecture On Don Quixote, Sylvia Plath Paints The Beehives of Court Green” by Amy Newman
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. While John Berryman Drives In His Orange Chevrolet Through A Minnesota Rainstorm To Lecture On…