This is my all-time favorite "dog" poem. Exquisite phrasing, imagery, music. THE PARDON by Richard Wilbur (1921-2017) My dog lay dead five days without a gra...

Even we dog people can identify with this poem of longing by Julie Kane, from her new book from LSU Press, MOTHERS OF IRELAND. I Dreamed of Being Mothered by...

Another poem for Easter week, by the great poet and my long-ago teacher, James Dickey, whose poetry readings set the room on fire. DEER AMONG CATTLE by Jame...

The Donkey By G. K. Chesterton (1874-1936) When fishes flew and forests walked    And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood    Then su...

By Czeslaw Milosz Translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness....

After glancing at the news this morning, I read this poem by Elizabeth Bishop seven times in a row to try to re-center. This is where we are now: Time to pla...

This sonnet, which recalls a morning shared between the young author and his mother, peeling potatoes, topped an RTÉ (Raidió Teilifís Éireann, Ireland's Nat...

Welcome to Poetry Month this April of the coronavirus. Since all things physical are on hold for now—in the literary world workshops delayed, readings and bo...

Each year, through the generosity of the Malone Family and the support of the Maecenas Society, CMHS brings a noted author to Caddo Magnet for the Mary Jane ...