Seamus Heaney’s love-poem to marriage, The Skunk, combines exile and erotica, moving from an American wilderness image ...

She kneaded the dough of cruel words,balled it into twelve,smoothened each with a stroke of ghee,and spanked hard on the one ...

In honor of the pollen that has mysteriously appeared on my car this morning, here are some poems related to spring, the ...

Nothing New,” which the American poet wrote in 1918, is published for the first time in The New Yorker’s Anniversary Issue.

Easterine Kire's poetry collection, Freerain, explores nature, memory, and life with lyrical beauty and profound insight.

In a 1930 letter, Robert Frost stated his priorities as memorably — which, for Frost, meant as mischievously — as possible: “Am I any good? That’s what I’d like to know and all I need to know.” The ...

ROBERT FROST: Whose woods these are, I think I know. His house is in the village, though. He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow.

In Herrick’s time, youth was "spent" pretty quickly. The average lifespan was between 30 to 40 years. Shakespeare, in Act II, ...

Isabella Cotier By A.O. Scott Poems aren’t pictures ... the kind that don’t fall far from the tree; the kind that dazzle fond parental eyes. But here the metaphor is reversed: The child ...