(In Springfield, Illinois) It is portentous, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, Near the old court-house pacing up and down, Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or
In December 2003, Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich named Kevin Stein the state's fourth poet laureate.
Jul 09 2015
AMY LUKAU, TSITSI JAJI, LADAN OSMAN, VIOLA ALLO, AND WARSAN SHIREThe Poetry Society of America continues its 2015 national series, A Celebration of International Poetry, at the Poetry Foundation in Chicago. The series will travel to six cities and focus on major international poets from any era, including Octavio Paz (Mexico), Alda Merini (Italy), Li Po (China), among many others.In this third installment, we will celebrate several emerging poets from Africa, Amy Lukau, Tsitsi Jaji, Ladan Osman, Viola Allo, and Warsan Shire, whose work has been recently published in the New Generation African Poets chapbook series. Editors Chris Abani, Kwame Dawes, and Matthew Shenoda will discuss the project and introduce the emerging poets, who will then read from their work.
Co-sponsored by the Poetry Foundation.
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Chicago Morning To Philip Guston Under a red face, black velvet shyness Milking an emaciated gaffer. God lies down Here. Rattling of a shot, heard From the first row. The president of the United States And the Director of the FBI stand over a dead mule. "Yes, it is nice to hear the fountain With
To the Williamson Brothers
High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women trapsing along in flimsy clothes catching play of sun-fire to their skin and eyes.
Inside the playhouse are movies from under the sea. From the heat of pavements