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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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
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

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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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Under the separated leaves of shade
Of the gingko, that old tree
That has existed essentially unchanged
Longer than any other living tree, 
I walk behind a woman. Her hair's coarse gold
Is spun from the sunlight that it rides upon.
Women were paid to knit from sweet champagne
Her second skin: it winds and
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Dressed in an old coat I lumber
Down a street in the East Village, time itself

Whistling up my ass and looking to punish me
For all the undone business I have walked away from,

And I think I might have stayed 
In that last tower by the ocean,

The one I built with my hands and furnished
Using funds which came
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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
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