I see it as it looked one afternoon In August,—by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown. The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon, A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon. The shining waters with pale currents strewn, The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove, The semi-circle of its dark, green grove. The luminous
Continuing his support of New York's rich literary tradition, in January 2016 Governor Cuomo appointed Yusef Komunyakaa as New York's 11th state poet, taking over for Marie Howe. Throughout his two-year term, the poet laureate promotes and encourages poetry writing throughout New York by giving public readings and talks within the state.
In 2016 Rebecca Black was appointed the poet laureate of Albany, New York. Black is the author of Cottonlandia (University of Massachusetts Press, 2005), winner of the Juniper Prize for Poetry.
Jan 10 2017
Three poets will respond to the Agnes Martin retrospective at the Guggenheim Museum with readings from their own work: Ari Banias, Mei-mei Berssenbrugge, and Souvankham Thammavongsa. The readings, which have been curated by poet Jen Bervin, will be followed by an exhibition view and reception.
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Dec 14 2016
Presentation of new issue, Vol. 17 #2 of The Manhattan Review.
Readings by Philip Fried, Neil Shepard, Jeanne Marie Beaumont, and Margaret Ryan.
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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
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