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“To the Insects” by W. S. Merwin

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, March 22, 2019

“Sonnet XVII” by Pablo Neruda

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, March 15, 2019

“Phenomenal Woman” by Maya Angelou

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, March 08, 2019

The Trope of a Nation

by David Lehman | Tuesday, March 05, 2019

March: A Sonnet

by Henry Allen | Monday, March 04, 2019

“Crossing the Bar ” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, March 01, 2019

“Dulce et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, February 22, 2019

“I shall forget you presently, my dear” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, February 15, 2019

“The Flea” by John Donne

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, February 08, 2019

February: A Sonnet

by Henry Allen | Monday, February 04, 2019
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Remembering W. S. Merwin

by John Kaag

W. S. Merwin, one of the most celebrated and prolific poets of his generation, died last Friday at the age of 91. A former U.S. poet laureate and the winner of two Pulitzer Prizes, Merwin was also known for his work as a conservationist. After moving to Hawaii in the 1970s, he began the decades-long project of restoring different plant species to the former pineapple plantation where he lived. Merwin was notoriously difficult to contact, but in the fall of last year, John Kaag managed to interview him over the phone. Merwin, he reports, repeated the same lines throughout their conversation: “The time of wisdom cannot be measured, and, for me, wisdom is the garden. There is no time in the garden.” In an essay for the Scholar, Kaag explores this relationship between gardening and the passage of time, and how it is reflected in Merwin’s life and poetry.