On December 11, 2003, Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich named Kevin Stein the state’s fourth poet laureate, following Howard Austin, Carl Sandburg, and Gwendolyn Brooks. Stein has published eight poetry collections and chapbooks, three scholarly books, and two poetry anthologies.
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Sep 21 2017
All experience levels are welcome to a discussion and creative workshop moderated by Poetry Foundation library coordinator Maggie Queeney. In September, we will explore the ode, a lyric poem of address, praise, and celebration of a person, place, thing, or idea. After reading a wide range of poems, participants will be guided through composing original odes. Materials will be provided, but participants are encouraged to bring texts that relate to a current creative project. 6:00pm
3401 W. Foster Avenue
60625-4808
Chicago, Illinois
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| Colony | The Ragdale Foundation | Illinois |
| Writing Program | Art Institute of Chicago | Illinois |
| Writing Program | Columbia College, Chicago | Illinois |
| Writing Program | Illinois State University | Illinois |
| Writing Program | Illinois Wesleyan University | Illinois |
| Writing Program | Knox College | Illinois |
| Writing Program | Midwest Writer's Workshop | Illinois |
| Writing Program | University of Illinois | Illinois |
| Writing Program | University of Illinois at Chicago | Illinois |
| Landmark | The Carl Sandburg Cottage | Illinois |
The market is made of fire so nothing
Stands, or stands—even in the ideal
City of Pullman, I hear “nigga run,”
One child shouting to another in ruins,
Of ruin and so call out in paradise
To the live bloody skeleton hung softly
As summer in each other to escape
This year’s
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
"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
