Editor’s Note: In the spirit of the approaching new year and its opportunity for resolutions and personal change, this poem explores the poet’s journey toward
Editor’s Note: Let us carry our tender hopes into the new year and whisper to whatever god we believe in to let them come to
Editor’s Note: I fell in love with this poem on first reading it. Its simple yet evocative language, the subtle shift in significance and meaning
Editor’s Note: The poet paints a cozy farmyard scene. We’re lulled into a sense of calm with amusing descriptions of the sheep. The allusion to
Editor’s Note: Many of us will remember these halcyon days of our 1950’s youth. Yes, there was the Cold War, your better-off neighbors were building
Editor’s Note: I have always loved this poem, and I was privileged to hear Kunitz read it at the Dodge Poetry Festival many years ago.
Editor’s Note: Such a charming paean to first love and that innocent time before the “real world” sets in and the mystery of the “other
Editor’s Note: This poem offers a wonderful contrast between the hard, thankless labors of adulthood and the insuppressible hopefulness and beauty of youth.
In the Winter of My Sixty-Seventh Year I feel the cold more I stay in bed longer To linger in my dreams Where I’m young
Editor’s Note: The poet, through many fine and surprising images, describes the miniature miracle of her newborn grandchild. Week One She sleeps and eats, and