Prufrock's Dilemma

—for Friko   In yet another alarming gap in my cultural education, I’d not heard of Wisława Szymborska until Friko’s Poetry and Pictu...

At Buttercup Farm , the woods are a tangle of brown and gray.

And then Estonia was conquered . . . . It seemed that all the dreams were broken. —Taimi Lepasaar In her poem Public Transportation , El...

Really, I’m creating a world, and it’s really hard to say what it is, but it is a world of feeling and emotion and color and light. —Zoë Kea...

Exhibition Poster, from Illustrated Legends of Kitano Tenjin Shrine And when he came to the place where the wild things are/ They...

—for Mark Kerstetter, who introduced me to this poem Ashbery, in his poem Soonest Mended , seems to have had in mind the old proverb “leas...

Balmy, it was.  Last winter, New York City was snowbound.  We had to pick our way across the slushy streets.  This holiday season, though,...