The Archive Project - Verslandia! 2025

Whiting Foundation names its 10 emerging authors of 2026

New poetry stresses that our stories are more precious and urgent than ever

Arthur Sze named 25th U.S. poet laureate

Remembering Mother Emanuel, 10 years after racist attack on famed Charleston church
Poet laureate reflects on 10 years since Charleston church shooting

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The Archive Project - Verselandia 2024

These 2 funny books give readers a reason to smile in tough times

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Here are the winners of the 2024 Pulitzer PrizesHere are the winners of the 2024 Pulitzer Prizes

Mary Oliver on Love and Its Necessary Wildnes

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“This isn’t a play ground, this is
earth, our heaven, for a while.
Therefore I have given precedence
to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods
that hold you in the center of my world.
And I say to my body: grow thinner still.
And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song.
And I say to my heart: rave on.” – Mary Oliver, Thirst

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!
What a task
to ask
of anything, or anyone,
yet it is ours,
and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.
One fall day I heard
above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound
I did not know, and my look shot upward; it was
a flock of snow geese, winging it
faster than the ones we usually see,
and, being the color of snow, catching the sun
so they were, in part at least, golden. I
held my breath
as we do
sometimes
to stop time
when something wonderful
has touched us
as with a match,
which is lit, and bright,
but does not hurt
in the common way,
but delightfully,
as if delight
were the most serious thing
you ever felt.
The geese
flew on,
I have never seen them again.
Maybe I will, someday, somewhere.
Maybe I won't.
It doesn't matter.
What matters
is that, when I saw them,
I saw them
as through the veil, secretly, joyfully, clearly. - 'Snow Geese' Mary Oliver

Academy of American Poets receives its largest-ever donation

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Two Palestinian American writers on being denied the "right to a story"