Looking Into The Forest, Considering A Dream

~I woke to the sky in its blue culmination and still early morning. Last night, I dreamed of two poets, Eavan Boland, whose last book I’d read recently and had passed away last year and Edna St. Vincent Millay; although Edna was born much earlier than Eavan, Eavan was an older woman in the dream and…… Continue reading Looking Into The Forest, Considering A Dream

Ghazal Poetry: A Form That Lingers

It is National Poetry Month and so this may be a time to read poems that appeal to you.You might have read about the form of poetry called the ghazal on this blog, specifically by the poet Mir. One technique that ghazals commonly share is the repetition of a word or image. These repetitions make…… Continue reading Ghazal Poetry: A Form That Lingers

New Poet: Mimi Khalvati, A Poem Whose Sound Informs Its Meaning

I set the paintbrushes down, letting the new paint on the canvas settle, so thrilling to paint again after eight years of not… and then to let the language of colors and shape make way into the language of poetry.I discovered this new poet and I’ve read a poem I’ve enjoyed of hers aloud. I…… Continue reading New Poet: Mimi Khalvati, A Poem Whose Sound Informs Its Meaning