It's summer, 1956, in Maine, a camp resort on Belgrade Lakes, and I am cleaning fish, part of my job, along with luggage, firewood, Sunday ice cream, waking everyone by jogging around the island every morning swinging a rattle I hold in front of me to break the nightly spider threads. Adlai Stevenson is
The current poet laureate of the state of Maine is Stuart Kestenbaum, who began his five-year term in 2016. Kestenbaum is the author of four books of poetry, the most recent being Only Now (Deerbrook Editions, 2014). His work has been featured in several literary magazines, including The Sun and The Belroit Poetry Journal, and he has read his work on Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac. Kestenbaum was the director of the Haystack Mountain School of Crafts in Deer Isle, Maine, for twenty-seven years, and is currently the chair of the American Craft Council.
Apr 30 2018
In honor of National Poetry Month, Lithgow is hosting an open mic poetry night. Join us for an exciting evening of featured poetry groups from around the state, including the Maine Poets Society, the Pondtown Poets, and Port Veritas. Come hear original poetry from Nathan Amadan, Ann Carter, Sally Joy, Sarah Miller, Susan Parks, and many more! We’ll also open up the floor for anyone who would like to share their own poetry or read a favorite poem. This event may have strong language and mature content that is not appropriate for children.
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(Salt) A LOBSTER. Once out of the box The wooden box The metal box The box, the box, the box Dragged up from the salt Things don't feel too bad And then they do And then they don't (And waves)
It is very high, and notched in places, so that there is the appearance to one at sea, as of seven or eight mountains extending along near each other. The summit of most of them is destitute of trees… I named it Île des Monts Déserts.
—Samuel de Champlain, 1604
When Samuel de Champlain