New York

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.

upcoming events

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Apr 15 2015
Poetry & the Creative Mind

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. 

6am
1941 Broadway
10023 New York, New York

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Marie Howe
New York poet laureate

Marie Howe

Marie Howe was born in 1950 in Rochester, New York. She worked as a newspaper reporter and teacher before receiving her MFA from Columbia University...

poems

poem
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
     I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
     He did a lazy sway . . .
     He did a lazy sway . . .
To the tune o' those Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on each ivory
poem

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
poem
Under Grand Central's tattered vault
  —maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit—
    one saxophone blew, and a sheer black scrim

billowed over some minor constellation
  under repair. Then, on Broadway, red wings
    in a storefront tableau, lustrous, the live macaws

preening, beaks opening and closing