Poet Laureate

Soon and very soon

March 1912                               –Postcard, en route westward by Natasha Trethewey   At last we are near breaking the season, shedding our coats, the gray husk   of winter.  Each tree trembles with new leaves, tiny blossoms, the flashy   dress of […]


Congratulations, Mr. Merwin

  poem is taped to trashcan Yesterday By W.S. Merwin   My friend says I was not a good son you understand I say yes I understand                                              – he says I did not go to see my parents very often you know and I say yes I know                                             – even when I was […]