Jerry Harp's commentary in the Kenyon Review brought this poem back to mind. Always good to be reminded of William…
So there I was, wandering about, Strolling the gardens, minding my own business The way one does on an April…
‘We’re going to see the rabbit’ We are going to see the rabbit. We are going to see the rabbit.…
We pay through the nose for subjecting of foes. Abroad we're defeated, at home, we 're cheated. The ides of…
Epitaph on a Tyrant Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy…
What Kinds of Times are These by Adrienne Rich There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass…
The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.…
"Fool and scoundrel guide the State." That's true enough. In the early 1930's when this was written speeding traffic on…
Stalin’s Heirs by Yevgeny Yevtushenko Mute was the marble. Mutely glimmered the glass. Mute stood the sentries, bronzed by the…
Muriel Rukeyser wrote this in 1968. Read it and tell me it doesn't feel like she is writing for this…