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Winter 1994/95
Africa-lost an irreplacable friend when Elkin Sithole died in an American Eagle plane crash in northwest ... sang, danced, and recited poems in English and Zulu, demonstrating a range of poetry far wider than most ...
poetry scene. If possible, I wanted to favor Carnegie Libraries because of my personal attachment to ... what to expect. Among my goals as laureate has been to put poetry in places folks least expected it. ... them. When I was a boy, my hometown's Carnegie library hovered above the factory smog and dust ...
C. Dale Young
penitents, their easy sweat cursing the sand that brought an increase in tourism. Could this scene be ... scratching in the dirt his tired testament, his will. To my firstborn, I would leave the sea; the sand, to my ... future love. But my father's grim shovel I would bury under a palm tree, under tendrils of ...
of antiwar / antiart protest, violent noise, blithering politics, and maddeningly garbled poetry that ... which is forever trying to collect its limbs after yesterday'S crash." This was the ... Huelsenbeck's call for an art of yesterday'S crash, but in its commitment to ordinary life it is only ...
scenes of my grandfather’s childhood Today my grandfather tells me his graduation suits were tailor made ... Poem beginning and ending with my grandfather’s tailored suits And what is it to be made from the ... a piece            I tap the scars on my arms each time something repeats like today the sun held onto the ...
Rachel Hadas
Three Poems Rachel Hadas The Banquet In both dreams about my father he is alive again, but in a public ... I'm an anonymous guest if I'm a guest at all. My presence is either an embarrassment or else ... things were becoming desperate. And then offstage he was removed from the scene. 91 Issue 102 page Rachel ...
a crash. Flat on my back, I discovered that, besides the large number of ant-letters that now covered my ... Page 379 from Issue 85 open it, my legs gave out from under me and I fell to the floor with ... open. I had difficulty forming the thought, but finally I was convinced that I had been saved. My wife ...
my secretary for a time. He was another of the young writers on the scene. But more about our ... well yes," he said, "but I felt embarrassed to be selling my own book." ... scene. And affection. During the anti-Vietnam war movement a peace demonstration was scheduled in ...
Page 335 from Issue 39 Israeli-ness now seem out of date, and his poetry attracts little attention ... in serious literary circles. Yehuda Amichai, in my view the finest poet of this generation, combines ... the last few years, some younger literary intellectuals seem to have fixed particularly on the poetry ...
Penned, crashing in the truck. We could smell hairy nostril-opening death In the city that never slept. ... 2020 Poetry Issue 157 Web Share Tweet ...

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