Cuba by Paul Muldoon My eldest sister arrived home that morning In her white muslin evening dress. ‘Who the hell do you think you are Running out to dances in next to nothing? As though we hadn’t enough bother With the world at war, if not at an end.’ My father was pounding the […]
MoreThe great Irish poet Seamus Heaney has died, only 74 years old. Obituaries characterize him as a rock star among poets, and that was my experience of him, long before I had even read his poems. Years ago I went to hear him read at the University of Michigan with a dear friend. This […]
MoreRefusing at Fifty-Two to Write Sonnets by Thomas Lynch It came to him that he could nearly count How many Octobers he had left to him In increments of ten or, say, eleven Thus: sixty-three, seventy-four, eighty-five. He couldn’t see himself at ninety-six— Humanity’s […]
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