#American poets

[thefugitivesaint]

Nikki Giovanni, 'Allowables', ''Chasing Utopia'', 2013 Source  

[u-mspcoll]

Finding Aid Friday: Jim Cohn Papers

Notebook of “Purple Mountain” in Sli Chorea Dhuibhne (The Dingle Way), 1999.  Jim Cohn Papers, Box 15, folder 3. University of Michigan Library, Special Collections Research Center. 

On this #FindingAidFriday, we are highlighting the recently processed papers of Jim Cohn, poet, writer, recording artist, editor, publisher, and curator of the online Museum of American Poetics. The Jim Cohn Papers (1953-2019) were donated in 2019 and encompass approximately fifteen linear feet of material documenting Cohn’s work across his several vocations through correspondence, research files and drafts, interviews by and of Cohn, published essays and poetry, journals, photographs, and audiovisual materials.

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[edwardian-girl-next-door]

"Let us go forth together to the spring: Love must be this, if it be anything."

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, sonnet xxviii

[womens-art]

Mary Oliver, "The Kingfisher"

[finishinglinepress]

FLP BOOK OF THE DAY: Second Sight by Daryl Hafter

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The #poems in Second Sight explore the #world of #nature as it speaks to us, enjoying, questioning, and complaining in our shared earthly home. We hear the moaning of a tree being cut down, and the ecstasy of wind-tossed Autumn branches. We learn to bear grief through the screen of mountain forests. But our lived experience goes beyond material things. My adult Bat Mitzvah opened questions. I had new ways of thinking about #Creation and #humanity. I wondered, Why do we have a flawed universe? What is our role in “Tikun Olam”—repairing the world? These poems present glimpses into the rich and full #life surrounding us all.

A poet and historian, Daryl Hafter has published three books on women in eighteenth-century France, with the support of the American Philosophical Society and the National Science Foundation. She has a B.A. from Smith College and a Ph.D from Yale University. Her life-long poetry writing was inspired by growing up in a rural Utopian community called Free Acres. Her home now is Ann Arbor, Michigan.

PRAISE FOR Second Sight by Daryl Hafter

Daryl Hafter‘s poetry is universal and personal and her subjects go far and wide—- a walk in the neighborhood, a tree which has become a friend, a woman fleeing during Exodus from Egypt–a dialogue with herself about the existence of a divinity, the pleasure of reading scriptures, the contradiction of religious belief, doubt. Diverse subjects, always treated with wit and humor.

–Clare Goldfarb, Fmr Chair, English Department, Western Michigan University

In this collection of wonderful poetry, the story each one tells with vivid visual imagery immediately captures the reader’s attention. The writing is direct and powerful, the language is chosen for impact as well as beauty, and the underlying structure is strong. Poems such as the stunning Consolation are unforgettable.

–Monica Starkman, MD, University of Michigan

Daryl Hafter‘s “Second Sight” is a poetic journey through time past as it is given new life in the present, and as a historian, she is well qualified to take such an approach.

There is a sense of spiritual unity in these poems about daily life touched by nature, beautifully illustrated both by the words and the paintings that accompany them.

–Bette W. Oliver, Ph.D., Poet and historian, University of Texas at Austin

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[countesspetofi]

3 Poems by Walt Whitman: No. 2, A Clear Midnight

A Clear Midnight

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, Night, sleep, death and the stars.

--Walt Whitman, 1881

[byronicist]

"the body says I am / and the rose sighs Touch me, I am dying / in the pleatpetal purring of mouthweathered May."

Karen Volkman, May (2002)

[the-cricket-chirps]

Gerard Malanga

Patti Smith Tomboy

1971

[thefugitivesaint]

Tim Seibles, 'The Debt', ''Hurdy-Gurdy'', 1992  Source

[soulinkpoetry]

Sylvia Plath (/plæθ/; October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. She is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for two of her published collections, The Colossus and Other Poems (1960) and Ariel (1965), as well as The Bell Jar, a semi-autobiographical novel published shortly before her death in 1963. The Collected Poems was published in 1981, which included previously unpublished works. For this collection Plath was awarded a Pulitzer Prize in Poetry in 1982, making her the fourth to receive this honour posthumously.[1]

.Info source WIKIPEDIA

[collectingforgottenpoetry]

Sing to me once again, till I forget That now we hate, and dream we love on yet. Thy voice, if aught on earth, can wake regret, Sing to me once again, till I forget. Sing; at thy voice the old dream shall arise. Make me thy fool, feed me again with lies, —For I was happier, ere I grew so wise, Sing; at thy voice the old dream shall arise.

Two Songs of Singing, Part I. by Anne Reeve Aldrich. As featured in The Rose of Flame and Other Poems of Love, 1889 edition.

[cabeswvter]

Lauren Moseley

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

"March is a Light"

upon the dead grass and houses, the wind retains its edge, let it — A light has cut it off it blows bewilderedly The grass shakes, the houses seem, by the lack of foliage about them, to turn their angles forward into the wind to let it pass —

William Carlos Williams

[womens-art]

Mary Oliver, "The Rabbit"

[finishinglinepress]

NEW FROM FLP: Skipping Stones on the River Styx by Elizabeth Rae Bullmer

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Skipping Stones on the River Styx seeks to define the #human #experience of #loss, #grief and #death through a deeply personal lens. The #poems explore physical loss of loved ones, the energy of objects left behind and the desire to assign meaning to what remains. The speaker in this collection wants to heal and the journey skips from conversations with the dead to contemplation of one’s own death, which leads back to gratitude for #life, despite the pain that living can bring. Open, honest emotional vulnerability, combined with a playful and fantastic imagining of the #afterlife make this collection a unique exploration of what we all must face in our lives: Death.

Elizabeth Rae Bullmer received her B.A. in Theatre and English, with Emphasis in Creative Writing and Performance, from Alma College. She shares her home with four extremely demanding felines and her two phenomenal, adult children are her top role models. Elizabeth works as a self-employed, licensed massage and sound therapist in Portage, MI. Skipping Stones on the River Styx is her fifth chapbook.

PRAISE FOR Skipping Stones on the River Styx by Elizabeth Rae Bullmer

In Skipping Stones on the River Styx, Elizabeth Rae Bullmer bravely journeys through the challenging and often mysterious terrain of loss. “I have been a student of Death,” she writes. And we are in her adept hands, for each poem is a polished stone rippling across the skin of grief. This collection glistens with hard-won wisdom and is ultimately an invitation to fully embrace life.

–Jennifer Clark, author of A Beginner’s Guide to Heaven and Kissing the World Goodbye

Bullmer’s poetry explores grief exuberantly if that’s possible. The vitality of her writing never allows the depth and variety of grief to ignore itself. Images spill onto the page directly and obliquely, familiar in a way that’s shorthand for feelings difficult to explain. The title does that perfectly: Skipping Stones on the River Styx. She plays at the shore of mortality.

–Elizabeth Kerlikowske, author of The Vaudeville Horse and The Woodworker and The Witch

In Skipping Stones on the River Styx, Elizabeth Rae Bullmer explores the ubiquity and profundity of loss and grief. In doing so, she shows us how the endlessly rich, fertile territory of grief has a way of breaking, like light through a prism, into everything imaginable: all of the colors, all of the dark, mathematics, frequencies, the stars, what and who they point to and, “how similar the longing of love and loss.” This is authentic art of the enduring human spirit; all of us are better for the important work Bullmer has done in living and sharing this vision with us.

–Scott Bade, author of My Favorite Thing About Desire

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[zenaidamacrouras1]

Here is my favorite Robinson Jeffers poem (published posthumously after he died in 1962):

Vulture

I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling high up in heaven, And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit narrowing, I understood then That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-feathers Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer. I could see the naked red head between the great wings Bear downward staring. I said, "My dear bird, we are wasting time here. These old bones will still work; they are not for you." But how beautiful he looked, gliding down On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the sea-light over the precipice. I tell you solemnly That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak and become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes-- What a sublime end of one's body, what an enskyment; What a life after death.