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September by Helen Hunt Jackson

The golden rod is yellow,
  the corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
  With fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringes
  Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
  Its hidden silk has spun. 139 more words


Deep in the Boogie Down—
	the bassinet of the boom bap
	where the trinity is The Treacherous Three,

English is the third language
	behind Bronx and Puerto Rican,
		and I was nervous

because I only speak Catholic school
	and I’m a Red Sox fan.
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Crow-Work by Eric Pankey

Two new books of poems have kept me company during the past week.  Mature, accomplished, and  in control of their individual artistic voices, both poets tend toward elegy, which is fine with me, in late August, as the current season is ushered off slowly by incoming autumn. 70 more words


100th Year of Robert Frost’s “Road Not Taken”

Smithsonian Magazine carried an article titled “What Gives Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” Its Power?” by David C Ward. The writer of the said article has done such a wonderful analysis of the poem that brought back my college memories. 419 more words

American Poets

a tribute to L. E. Sissman

Louis Edward Sissman was born on New Year’s Day, 1928. He died of Hodgkin’s disease in 1976. Like his friend, John Updike, Sissman went to Harvard and wrote for The New Yorker.  292 more words


James Tate 1944-2015

Amherst Massachusetts poet James Tate died the other day. He was 71. A  Midwestern boy, born in Kansas City, his soul and eye were trained for his work by the wide, heavy quiet of the geographical dead-center of the country. 245 more words