Category Archives: Poetry

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Maureen Owen reads from Edges of Water

… On Saturday, April 26, Maureen was in town for the panel discussion on collaborative creation via the artwork of George Schneeman that was on display at Poets House, and then she read at Zinc Bar on Sunday. That is … Continue reading

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Bill Kushner reads from Walking After Midnight

… Here Bill reads Robert Frost from his book, Walking After Midnight, at the Poetry Project’s New Year’s Day Marathon at Saint Mark’s Church, NYC, 2014. Walking After Midnight was published by Spuyten Duyvil, NYC, 2011. … … … … … Continue reading

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Five American Poets: Stevens, Swenson, Rukeyser, Jarrell, and Lowell

… Wallace Stevens (1979 – 1955) The Idea of Order at Key West She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet … Continue reading

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Tennessee Williams reads Hart Crane, poems from The Bridge

… The Bridge, it’s said, was Hart Crane’s reaction to T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land, which he admired very much, but Crane wanted to write about a much happier, and more American, landscape. For awhile he was in love with … Continue reading

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Three Lovely Poems with Rotting Carcasses in Them: Baudelaire, Eberhart & Yorty

… Charles Baudelaire wrote Une Charogne to his lover, Jeanne Duval, a Haitian actress, who met him when she left Haiti for France in 1842. Whether she died sooner or lived longer than the poet is in dispute, though both … Continue reading

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5 Poems by Robert Frost

Here is a PDF with all five poems by Robert Frost included in this post: 5 Poems by Robert Frost The Tuft of Flowers Acquainted with the Night The Road Not Taken Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Dust … Continue reading

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Robert Frost reads Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without … Continue reading