poetry

Mosab Abu Toha’s poems are about Gaza. Reading them I saw all people who suffer.

Barbara Crooker’s new poetry collection is a journey through loss that reveals the world’s beauty.

Angela Alaimo O’Donnell writes, in 39 poems, a charmingly backhanded love letter to the Italian poet.

Maybe nothing. Maybe that’s its power.

Before the beloved poet tended words, she tended the earth.

What if we suspend our disbelief, collapse our ironic distance, and allow ourselves to go in?

“I don’t interpret dreams,” says poet and spiritual director Rodger Kamenetz. “I bring them to life.”

Eva Hoffman, a fellow exile from Poland, writes about the Nobel-winning author like no one else could.

The poet’s Horae Canonicae sequence is an underappreciated spiritual classic.

“I don’t believe in God as character,” says poet Pádraig Ó Tuama, “but I do believe in God as plot.”

W. H. Auden’s most distinguished heir wrote poems that bear witness to history with great depth of feeling.

In Luci Shaw’s new collection of poems, ordinary objects trespass their boundaries.

Raymond Roseliep quietly became one of the most highly regarded haiku poets in the English language.

Poet Michael Shewmaker imagines a suffering Christian in Kilgore, Texas, with three unhelpful friends.

Denise Levertov’s intuitive grasp of incarnation drove her politics, her poetry, and eventually her religious discernment.

She can (and will) do anything with this English language she so clearly loves.

At the interment, the holy words I needed to hear weren’t from the Bible.

On the road to Emmaus, “burning” is a positive word.

Edward Hirsch’s labor of love celebrates centuries of American verse, from Anne Bradstreet to Joy Harjo.

Katherine Rundell’s biography offers something new: she matches the poet’s energy with her own.