When you purchase an independently reviewed book through our site, we earn an affiliate commission. There are a lot of things you can say about “You, Very Young in New York,” the cosmopolitan poem ...

It’s how I arrived in this place. Dust. Blood. Thin figures. Shadows stretched like bars against a farm gone fallow. Gone dust. Gone wind. My grandmother said, Steinbeck never got it right. The place.

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American poet born, like fellow American poet, four years her junior, T.S. Eliot, in St. Louis, MO. Unlike Eliot, she wrote traditional and formally structured lyrics, ...

A consideration of changing worlds, personal and planetary, with appropriately shifting registers The Three Rs The world always begins with a phrase – instinctive, unthinking – an utterance from which ...

Community members and students from Bennington College listened to poetry selections from three local authors at a poetry ...