There are killer weeds, deep in the flower patch,
down at the bottom of the tombstone.
Only they'll seem to breed out of the ground itself.
This is your passport I hold in my hand:
a hemisphere, half red ink, half blue--
as yet untorched by terror, but polluted
In 1981 Carolyn Forché published a slim collection of verse, her
second, titled The Country Between Us.
The Nation announces the winners of Discovery/The Nation, the
Joan Leiman Jacobson Poetry Prize of the Unterberg Poetry Center, 92nd
How much, in just twenty years, Donald Revell has changed! From the
Abandoned Cities (1983), his debut volume, included a villanelle, a
sestina, rhymed sonnets and meditative terza rima.
Refracted through your tide-washed hours, this prince
drifts through algid brine, kelp-wound: his ship has foundered
in your sky. For his sake you discover land, build
Clear eminence without whom I would be
nothing oh great provision never seen
barely acknowledged even wished away
Here The Nation presents a few of the works posted on "Poets Against the War," (www.poetsagainstthewar.org), the website set up by Sam Hamill, poet and editor, when he called for poems and statements against war in Iraq.
The hive is for where
the honey was.
Was findable there,
Sometimes, I think I dreamed it,
or I am saying it like a thing