National Poetry Month
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National Poetry Month Day 24: Tyehimba Jess
Sissieretta Jones, Carnegie Hall, 1902: O patria mia. Aida, buried in the darkness of her fate. Aida, singing in the tomb of her lover. Her lover a notion pale as the aria circling from her mouth.
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National Poetry Month Day 23: Valerie Wetlaufer
Method The tea must be left on the counter, or she won’t remember where it is in the morning. There must be milk
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Poetry in Motion
In honor of National Poetry Month, the Washington Post had ten designers create short animations to accompany excerpts of poems.
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National Poetry Month Day 22: Hayan Charara
The Problem with Me (Beginning with Abu Ghraib) Is the Problem with You (Ending Where the Earth’s Surface Appears to Meet the Sky) A dog outside is barking loudly. Inside, everything is quiet. I said I would not, but here…
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Douse, Rattle, and Roll
There’s a treasure trove of poetry recommendations at Tin House’s Open Bar. Jessica Lakritz’s Sex on Sundaze is alive: she writes her lines on human bodies. One Tin House staff member declares, “Poetry is the hard liquor of literature, and I choose…
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National Poetry Month Day 21: Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Four Long Years At Court I really miss the forest. And how I used to hide there with the Queen. I miss how we used to dance and how we’d run from Court.
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Jen Fitzgerald’s Poetry Mixtape #3: Poetry That Asks You to Sit and Sort This Whole Thing Out
I’m spending National Poetry Month at the Millay Colony, former home of Edna St. Vincent Millay. My colleague and friend, poet and writer Jen Fitzgerald, will be writing the Mixtape column this month—and we are all lucky for it. Enjoy…
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National Poetry Month Day 20: Sarah Blake
For Max Ok, so you know someone who died horrifically Ok, so you know an animal who died horrifically In a fire let’s say or a building’s collapse
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National Poetry Month Day 19: Aziza Barnes
Steeple Talk didn’t know what they were called those white poles jutting out of baptist rooves. they want you to know from a mile away that’s a church, go the real estate agent. in water valley the houses are a…
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National Poetry Month Day 18: Tarfia Faizullah
Flawless A kind of perfection, each singular flicker of fireflies left untrapped
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National Poetry Month Day 16: Amanda Deutch
Island Factory From water to water he worked he traveled by IND. I know little else about him. Sol worked at a pocketbook