Holocaust Remembrance Day

by Eugene Mahon

A Note from the Poetry Editor:

This evening, and continuing until tomorrow evening, is the 2014  observance of Holocaust Remembrance Day – called, alternatively, Holocaust Memorial Day.  Because we have in our files a strong poem about this solemn day by one of our readers, Eugene Mahon, we have obtained his permission to post it today for your reflection.

Sincerely,

Irene Willis

 

Holocaust Remembrance Day

At dawn
the dead arose again,
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POETRY MONDAY: April 7, 2014

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Howard Stein

Happy Poetry Month, everyone!   You who are readers of this column probably agree that every month should be poetry month, but we have to take whatever we can get.  Perhaps those of you who don’t always buy poetry books will think about a visit to your local independent bookstore, if you’re lucky enough to still have one, to look at the various slim new volumes on display as well as the collected and new / selected works of your old favorites.  If you do have a poetry library of your own, you might want to note the publishers’ names and then go online to look for their web pages and order directly from them.  This can be our way of celebrating what many of us cannot live without.

Our featured poet this month is Howard Stein, who is Poet Laureate of the High Plains Society for Applied Anthropology.  He is a psychoanalytic, medical, organizational, and applied anthropologist, as well as a psychohistorian and organizational consultant – all of which disciplines inform and inspire Continue reading POETRY MONDAY: April 7, 2014

A Note from the Poetry Editor

It’s not Poetry Monday yet, but we’re posting this sonnet by our reader, Eugene Mahon, because of its timeliness. We’re all still saddened by this loss.

In Honor of Maxine Kumin

 

IN HONOR OF MAXINE KUMIN

Holding nothing back she wrote each line
Of verse as if it were her last, Frost’s
Advice taken to heart. “Sharpens the mind”
She might have said “to never think of costs
Only values”.  A line of verse is worth
Something if it surprises you with what
You thought you knew but didn’t until the birth
Came screaming through your thighs and caught
You unawares. All beauty must surprise
At first before the getting used to. Soon
Enough it becomes essential, life mere lies
Without it. This she knew for sure, a boon
She offered us in words life-seasoned, wise,
A vision’s reach beyond the grasp of eyes.

Eugene Mahon   March 9, 2014

Poetry Monday: May 5th, 2008

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Maxine Kumin

POETRY MONDAY: MAY 5, 2008

Long before there was a Poet Laureate of the United States, there was a Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress.  Maxine Kumin, one of our most beloved American poets, had that honor.  She has also been Poet Laureate of  New Hampshire,  a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets, winner of a Pulitzer Prize as well as many other prestigious fellowships and awards.  One or more of her many books (sixteen poetry collections, a stirring memoir, four novels, a short-story collection, four books of essays and more than twenty children’s books) surely must be on some of your shelves already.
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POETRY MONDAY: March 3, 2014

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Alicia Suskin Ostriker

The Old Woman, the Tulip and the Dog, by Alicia Suskin Ostriker.
Pitt Poetry Series. University of Pittsburgh Press, 2014.

Why a review instead of a new-poet feature this month? Because next month is the official “pay attention to poetry” month, when we will all be bombardedwith press releases and “Hey, look at me!” e-mails and posters featuring poetry, and one book – one marvelous book – might possibly get lost in the fight for our attention. Continue reading POETRY MONDAY: March 3, 2014

POETRY MONDAY: February 3, 2014: Michael Harty

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Michael Harty

This month’s poet has a background that should be of considerable interest to our readers. Michael Harty grew up in Texas, where he attended a small rural school through the twelfth grade and published his first poem when he was about nine years old. Humbly, he admits that it was in an outdoor magazine published by a friend of his father’s; nevertheless, his early Continue reading POETRY MONDAY: February 3, 2014: Michael Harty