While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. And we went on living in the village of Chokan: Two small people, without dislike or suspicion. At fourteen I
The natural world has been one of the recurring subjects of poetry, frequently the primary one, in every age and every country. Yet we cannot easily define nature, which, as Gary Snyder points out in his preface to No Nature (1992), “will not fulfill our conceptions or assumptions” and “will dodge our expectations and theoretical models.” Yet the urge to describe the natural world—its various landscapes, its changing seasons, its surrounding phenomena—has been an inescapable part of the history of poetry.
|2016||Irony||Layli Long Soldier|
|2016||Leave No Trace||Maggie Dietz|
|2016||Wildfire Moon (Summer, L.A. 2016)||Carol Muske-Dukes|
|2016||Poem for a National Seashore||Brenda Hillman|
|2016||Song||T. S. Eliot|
|2016||America (Assateague)||Kathleen Graber|