Reconciling a death sentence, from a pediatric cancer ward to death row. By Lacy M. Johnson.

Thomas established himself in 1934 with Eighteen Poems, a collection of emotionally and sexually charged pieces. His writing was celebrated for its forceful sound and rhythm, and the poet was acclaimed for readings of his own work. In 1953, he was on a reading tour of the United States when he died of an alcohol overdose in New York City.

Robert Seydel’s visionary, genre-defying art and writing.

An experiment in creative non-fiction prose poems.

John Kipling went missing in action at the Battle of Loos, in northern France, one hundred years ago, on September 27, 1915. His father was, by then, England’s first Nobel laureate in literature and its foremost poet of empire. The eighteen-year-old lieutenant was likely the most widely searched-for soldier of the First World War.

Possibly the best poem I have ever read.

This summer I read Charles Reznikoff’s long poem “Testimony: The United States (1885-1915): Recitative” for the first time. I know of nothing like it in literature. By Charles Simic.

The death of an exclamation. By Gabe Rivin.

Remembering Robert Conquest's literary life. By John O'Sullivan.

This interview was conducted in July 1966, in conversations I held with Borges at his office in the Biblioteca Nacional, of which he is the director. The room, recalling an older Buenos Aires, is not really an office at all but a large, ornate, high-ceilinged chamber in the newly renovated library.

Alice Miller travels through Ireland, from Sligo to Dublin, following in the footsteps of one of the greatest poets of the 20th Century.

Which lynching poems get taught, which do not, and why. By Hollis Robbins.

This is not a traditional lecture so much as the quest for a lecture in the singular—a quest constructed around a sequence of questions: Why do we write? What is the motive for metaphor? “Where do you get your ideas?” Do we choose our subjects, or do our subjects choose us? Do we choose our “voices”? Is inspiration a singular phenomenon, or does it take taxonomical forms? Indeed, is the uninspired life worth living? By Joyce Carol Oates.

A panicked moment reciting William Butler Yeats in an MRI convinced the former poet laureate Billy Collins that oration is poetry's last, most enlightened defense.

I have spent most of the past two decades in daily ritual, waking to immediately sit with notebook, drafts of various works-in-progress, and a mound of reading material. Work comes from the accumulation: the momentums of routine, patience and attention. I do not write in quick bursts but in a succession, even a sequence, of bursts. What I accomplish today is but a segment.

Delightful illustrated poems about bugs, by Hallie Bateman.

Sonnet No. 156: Rough kids do snatch the darling buds from May’s.

Poet Elizabeth Alexander's new book is a memoir of her life with her husband, who died three years ago. During her book tour, readers began giving her keepsakes that help her work through her grief.

You're heading in. Choose your weapon: The black one with grooves. The solid black one. The canary-colored one. The faded black with silver markings. The fire red with orange stripes. The flat, mat black one...