James Hearst Poetry Prize
[B]urned in the bold air above you
in Black Hawk County
are the proudest words we can speak:
Here is a man.
Let the earth be lucky.
from Paul Engle’s poem “James Hearst” in the ...
We who are poets know that the reason for a poem is not disclosed until after the poem exists.
You will not remember me.
And I will not remember...
This poem was written quickly, in response to the murder of twenty young students and six educators by a deranged shooter at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, on December 14, 2012. The world was horrified by this event; outpourings of grief dominated the news and social media; and like many people I felt a need to respond in some way,...
Chelsea Henderson's poem "Errata" won second place in the 2010 James Hearst Poetry Prize.
A note from the author: I wrote "Errata" the summer after my second year of college, a summer that was difficult and emotional in many ways. I read Simic's "Errata"---which inspired my somewhat shameless take on his poem---and something about the emotional compression, the barely-muted desperation and longing, in his poem really struck me. In writing "Errata," which I wrote in about 30 minutes...
Thursday Throwback featuring Susan Terris with "Before Cortéz" from issue 295.2
Susan's poem "Before Cortéz" was a finalist in the James Hearst Poetry Prize in 2010.
Thoughts from the author: "I'm always interested in the plight of women past and present and in women's potential for power. I have an inordinate admiration for women who find a way to use this power to change their lives. Yes, I admire the women who do not simply Ophelia-like cave in and choose servitude or death...
I was in an online poetry boot camp and had a few hours to come up with that Tuesday poem. Everything I had written that day stunk like raw fish baking on a dry dock. I overheard my children discussing their favorite movies at the time. My oldest said “Little Mermaid” and my middle said “Sleeping Beauty” and my youngest said “Snow White.” When I asked my youngest why, she said the wicked stepmother had the best laugh. And a poem was born.
Devi Sen Laskar's poem first appeared in...