Perfectly peachy poem
Rita Dove’s “Ode to My Right Knee,” verse with a slightly concealed structural constraint.
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I like poetry that rhymes and doesn’t rhyme, like today’s offering, Rebecca Foust’s “Dream of the Rood.”
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“The Bear,” by Amit Majmudar. A word peeked sometimes from the cave mouth only to shuffle back,
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“Lisburn Road,” by Michael Hofmann. A trunk holding a suitcase holding a holdall, The travel equivalent of the turducken…
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Dara Weir’s “in the still of the night” at Poetry Daily. no crickets, no crickets singing
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“A Letter from the End of Days (Come In. Clean the House. We Have Died.)” by Malachi Black, at Poetry Daily. … there is nothing else to help you. There is no one here at all.
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Exquisite loss: “March 3,” by Eileen Myles. …in the day and the night before. It snowed but it was supposed to be larger…
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In the beginning there was the film… —Stav Poleg, “Two Pictures of a Rose in the Dark”
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