Poem | At One
The English word atonement sounds abstract / And kind of Latin, but really it’s just “at one.”
The English word atonement sounds abstract / And kind of Latin, but really it’s just “at one.”
Yesterday someone robbed me, and today, / an afternoon of rain brings a double rainbow.
I’ve written the soup, the parting of the sea, the savage plagues and the candles
There is another version of the story in which we survive nothing by accident.
“Was that your friend Bill Shakespeare?” my youngest son, Alex, then six, asks after my husband, Steve, hangs up the phone.
If that seems like a crazy question from a child, it was par for the course in my household, because it was words that wooed me, words that won me, and words that keep us – the entire family – in thrall.
From the very beginning, in fact.
“Turn off your lights! / Turn them off! / Heh heh heh,” the radio coughs. / The Olga Coal Company presents
No matter how many generations / our forebears lived in a country / we are always seen by many / as those who can’t belong
Marge Piercy doesn’t live that far off the beaten track—it’s only Cape Cod, after all—but it feels remote, especially in the off-season. The poet, novelist and longtime feminist activist, who’s now 83, has lived in Wellfleet, Massachusetts, since the 1970s.
At 88 years old, Viorst doesn’t fail to remind us how fiercely funny she is in her appropriately titled poetry collection: Nearing 90 and Other Comedies of Late Life.
The day you left was the Ninth of Av, / a day of grief, the Temple destroyed.
Until the 1980s, women were a small minority among Hebrew writers. There was Russian-born Rahel Bluwstein (1890–1931), considered the “founding mother” of modern Hebrew poetry by women. Esther Raab (1894–1981) was the first native-born Israeli woman poet, principally known for her rich use of modern Hebrew.
In effect, perhaps without him even realizing it, Shimon Peres both spoke and wrote in parallelism.