- “In a Haystack” by Andrea Cohen, published in the current Atlantic Monthly
- This is an older link, but one well worth sharing.
Here is Joel Priddy’s cartoon story, “Mr. Blake’s Company”. For more information on Blake, his Wikipedia page is a good primer. - This is not about poetry or about reading poetry, but about writing in the Internet age. Some good advice by Cory Doctorow.
- An interview on NPR from a month ago about Elizabeth Alexander who was chosen to write the Inaugural poem for Barack Obama
- Finally, thinking about inaugural poems (I’m sure I would not enjoy the task of praising someone in verse in such a formal setting) led me to stumble across this story about the inaugural poem Robert Frost wrote for JFK. The Library of Congress has original scans of the text Frost was attempting to read from.
as freedom is a breakfast food – E.E. Cummings
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read by E.E. Cummings. audio from Poetry Speaks: Expanded.
as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
–long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame
“Wulf and Eadwacer” & W.H. Auden’s “The Secret Agent”
“Wulf and Eadwacer” by Unknown
trans. from the Old English by Richard Hamer
It is as though my people had been given
A present. They will wish to capture him
If he comes with a troop. We are apart.
Wulf is on one isle, I am on another.
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A Deck of Pornographic Playing Cards – Ted Kooser
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read by Ted Kooser. audio from Blue Flower Arts.
We were ten or eleven, my friend and I,
when we found them up under a bridge,
on top of a beam where pigeons were resting.
Someone had carefully hidden them there.
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird – Wallace Stevens
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read by Allan Davis Drake. audio from Drake’s Door.
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
