“How soon we come to road’s end,” Charles Wright begins his poem “Apologia Pro Vita Sua.” Like any career retrospective, Wright’s “Oblivion Banjo” may feel like the end of a road — not in a gloomy ...

Jay Hopler died last week. Illness streaks across this poem from his final collection — but also love. By Jay Hopler Selected by Victoria Chang I always remember these lines in Jay Hopler’s debut book ...

‘Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: / ‘God is not dead, nor doth He sleep,’” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow proclaims in the tremendous final verse of his 1865 Civil War poem “Christmas Bells.” We ...

‘Poetry helped me find my feet again’: Joanna Scanlan and Ophelia Lovibond perform readings in memory of loved ones for Celebration Day - Works by Samuel Johnson, Wendy Cope and Robert Browning are re ...

My grandpa, Hugo Palavicino, immigrated from Chile in the 1970s amid political and social unrest. He settled in New York City, determined to build a new life. He arrived with a small carry-on and $10.

There’s a point at the edge of the field in a book I’m reading where a river I thought was missing turns into a film: a case of absence flowering action—a yellow bicycle on a metallic-blue bridge— ...

A framed poster of a stamp depicting Langston Hughes, who wrote some of the best poems in American history. Poetry provides the perfect way to indulge in the escapism of reading without the commitment ...

Shatavadhani Dr R. Ganesh sits in a peculiar corner of India’s intellectual landscape, one where poetry, memory, language and ...

Much as you see in pictures: no man’s land. In the direction pointed by the cross. The evil thing still happening here must be The why of it, this running here, alone. The sky, then the booming ...