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Mother's Day Poems
Every year, many of us struggle to find the perfect way to express how much we love our moms. These poems—which range from tender, to funny, to mournful—explore what it means to be a mom and affirm the special bond between mother and child. 1....
On Mother’s Day
I went out walking
in the old neighborhood
. . .
On Receipt Of My Mother's Picture
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
Those lips are thine—thy own sweet smiles I see,
. . .
In the end, he has to teach them everything,
even death, as he finds them that night by the fire,
giggling and buzzing more like brother and sister
. . .
Super Mom Poets
Marilyn Nelson is the current Connecticut Poet Laureate and a professor of English at the University of Connecticut at Storrs. Her book Carver: A Life in Poems (2001) won a Newbery Honor Award, a Coretta Scott King Honor Award, and was a finalist...
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For Mother's Day, Jon Cotner and Claire Hamilton Talk to All Kinds of Brooklyn Moms
Jon Cotner and Claire Hamilton are at it again, this time for the moms. To celebrate Mother’s Day, they "talked with 20 moms during an overcast, leafy walk through Brooklyn," asking them to describe memorable moments of their motherhood....
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.
The dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, . . .
Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
. . .
The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!
Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?
Nephews—sons mine . . . ah God, I know not! Well— . . .
Thyrsis: A Monody, to Commemorate the Author's Friend, Arthur Hugh Clough
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same;
The village street its haunted mansion lacks,
. . .
The Book of Thel
The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,
All but the youngest; she in paleness sought the secret air, . . .
Happy Mother's Day, to Foremothers, Poet-Moms, and Maggie
Today I went to visit my mother, Margaret Rockwell Finch, who turned 88 a few weeks ago. As always lately, she showed me a new poem. Maggie was my first model of a
Margaret Rockwell Finch, 1961
working poet, entering and once winning...
Mother's Day is on the way
Mother’s Day is, for mailing purposes, essentially tomorrow. Attempting to be on top of this, I had picked out three perfect cards. One for my mother, one for my grandmother, and one for my godmother, women who are still alive and well and...
from Paragraphs from a Day-Book (section 1 only)
Thought thrusts up, homely as a hyacinth
wrapped in its bulb like a root-vegetable,
a ninth-month . . .
My Walking Shoes
“Language is the only homeland.” —Czesław Miłosz
I was sitting on the plane on the way to Paris, and the attendants were handing out customs forms and asking for people’s points of origin. One attendant, a...
Essay on Children's poetry
When she was a tiny girl, one of Karen Edmisten’s daughters took a shine to Emily Dickinson. Edmisten, a freelance writer and homeschooling mom in the Midwest, recently recalled what it was like to hear a poetry-besotted four-year-old reciting...
Poems for Fathers
The Gift by Li-Young Lee To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. . . .
Lives of the Poets: Laura Jensen
“It is the lives of the poets that make me say I want to be myself, whatever that has to be, to write poems from my own life and imagination.” —Laura Jensen, “Stars and Streetlights”
As a high...
A Pair of Andys
See how he nak’d and fierce does stand, Cuffing the thunder with one hand, While with the other he does lock, . . .
Poems About Fathers
All My Pretty Ones by Anne Sexton Father, this year’s jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; . . .