New York

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.

upcoming events

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Jan 10 2017
Quiet: A Poetry Reading for Agnes Martin

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. 

6:30pm
1071 Fifth Avenue
10128 New York, New York
Dec 14 2016
The Manhattan Review: Issue Release & Reading

Presentation of new issue, Vol. 17 #2 of The Manhattan Review.

Readings by Philip Fried, Neil Shepard, Jeanne Marie Beaumont, and Margaret Ryan.

5:45pm
29 Cornelia St.
10014 New York, New York

recent & featured listings

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Festival New York Poetry Festival New York
Reading Series Cornelia Street Café New York
Reading Series Nuyorican Poets Cafe New York
Reading Series Meet the Writers New York
Reading Series Katonah Poetry Series New York
Reading Series Spring Poetry Festival at City College of New York New York
Reading Series 92Y Unterberg Poetry Center New York
Reading Series 92nd Street Y New York
Reading Series Brooklyn Book Festival New York
Colony Yaddo Colony New York
Poetry in New York
Yusef Komunyakaa
New York poet laureate

Yusef Komunyakaa

Poet Yusef Komunyakaa first received wide recognition following the 1984 publication of Copacetic, a collection of poems built from colloquial speech...

poems

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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
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For Naomi Ginsberg, 1894-1956

Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
   the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
   talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues
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Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious as if I were French?

Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there'll be nothing left with which to venture forth.

Why should I