Category: Poetry

April/May news and new books

Enter code HDPD at checkout to receive a 30% discount on all books featured in this blog post or mention this code when calling in your order at 1-800-537-5487. News and Notes/Praise and Reviews Doris Iarovici, M.D., author of Mental Health Issues and the University Student, discusses the “antidepressant generation” in The New York Times Well…

April/May news and new books

Enter code HDPD at checkout to receive a 30% discount on all books featured in this blog post or mention this code when calling in your order at 1-800-537-5487. News and Notes/Praise and Reviews Doris Iarovici, M.D., author of Mental Health Issues and the University Student, discusses the “antidepressant generation” in The New York Times Well…

We speak for the trees!

Guest Post by Angela Sorby Arbor Day is on April 25th this year, but its—um—roots trace back to 1872, when the journalist J. Sterling Morton organized schoolchildren to plant a million trees in the State of Nebraska. By the turn of the century, tree-planting had become a political issue; as Theodore Roosevelt put it to…

About “Easter Sundays”

Guest post by Daniel Anderson “Easter Sundays” is a poem that begins with a meditation about a quiet and evanescent domestic perfection, then attempts to apprehend a couple of questions regarding what it means to feel at home in this world, and just how illusive that feeling often is. The topical conversations that the poem…

About “Easter Sundays”

Guest post by Daniel Anderson “Easter Sundays” is a poem that begins with a meditation about a quiet and evanescent domestic perfection, then attempts to apprehend a couple of questions regarding what it means to feel at home in this world, and just how illusive that feeling often is. The topical conversations that the poem…

Poetry as presence

During April, National Poetry Month, we asked several JHU Press poets to reflect on their art. Brian Swann shares his thoughts and some selections from his latest collection, In Late Light. Guest post by Brian Swann The kind of poem that means the most to me begins in wonder. Something we might have seen a hundred times catches…