something or someone to help us out of the darkness when it gets very dark. Jeff Buckley. Joy Division. Jesus. Dolly Parton. Even Delilah and her long ...
Shamala Gallagher is the author of Late Morning When the World Burns (The Cultural Society, 2019), and the co-translator of ...
New York, NY (March 20, 2024)—The Academy of American Poets launches new educational programs for high school students and readers of all backgrounds with a $500,000 two-year grant from Hawthornden ...
Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874, in San Francisco, where his father, William Prescott Frost, Jr., and his mother, Isabelle Moodie, had moved from Pennsylvania shortly after marrying. After the ...
“As the kid of Jewish immigrants growing up in Queens, nature was something I didn’t experience much. ‘Life is hard enough—why camp?’ was an unofficial family motto. But now I love hiking, flora, and ...
Every National Poetry Month we present Dear Poet, a multimedia education project that invites young people in grades five through twelve to write letters in response to poems written and read by award ...
Diannely Antigua is a Dominican American poet and educator, born and raised in Massachusetts. She received her BA in English from the University of Massachusetts Lowell, where she won the Jack Kerouac ...
Willis Barnstone was born on November 13, 1927, in Lewiston, Maine. He earned his BA from Bowdoin College in 1948, his MA from Columbia University in 1956, and his PhD from Yale University in 1960, ...
Woolf’s pen runs dry, Tesla holes up, Lincoln emerges in yet another bardo, and the rest of us tunnel through Wednesday’s jammed boulevards, Friday’s cash worthless, Saturday’s prodigal feet. The ...
Anthologies on Poets.org may not be curated by the Academy of American Poets staff. My bird has flown away, Far out of sight has flown, I know not where. Look in your lawn, I pray, Ye maidens ...
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold When ...
The sandy spits, the shore-lock’d lakes, Melt into open, moonlit sea; The soft Mediterranean breaks At my feet, free. Dotting the fields of corn and vine Like ghosts, the huge, gnarl’d olives stand; ...