Long vast shapes... cooled and flushed through with darkness... Lidless windows Glazed with a flashy luster From some little pert café chirping up like a sparrow. And down among iron guts Piled silver Throwing gray spatter of light... pale without heat... Like the pallor of dead bodies.
Continuing his support of New York's rich literary tradition, Governor Cuomo appointed Marie Howe as the state poet laureate on August 29, 2012. Throughout her two-year two year term, the poet laureate promotes and encourages poetry writing throughout New York by giving public readings and talks within the state.
Apr 15 2015
The Academy of American Poets presents Poetry & the Creative Mind at Lincoln Center's Alice Tully Hall in New York City on April 15, 2015. A gala celebration of poetry’s important place in our culture and its impact on the lives of readers, the eventfeatures leading and legendary actors, dancers, artists, musicians, and public figures on one stage sharing their favorite poems.
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To Mary Jo Salter
Beyond the ice-bound stones and bucking trees, past bewildered Mary, the Meer in snow, two skating rinks and two black crooked paths are a battered pair of reading glasses scratched by the skater's multiplying math. Beset, I play this game of tic-tac-toe. Divide, subtract. Who can
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of tumult, building high Over the chained bay waters Liberty-- Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes As apparitional as sails that cross Some page of figures to be filed away; --Till elevators