Hog Butcher for the World, Tool maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders: They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
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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"Give me some light!" cries Hamlet's uncle midway through the murder of Gonzago. "Light! Light!" cry scattering courtesans. Here, as in Denmark, it's dark at four, and even the moon shines with only half a heart. The ornaments go down into the box: the silver spaniel, My Darling on its collar, from
(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