In honor of Ashbery, and his important contributions to American poetry, we've gathered a collection of his poems, historic recordings of the poet reading his work, photographs from our archive, and more.
Earth's moon plays a significant role in our culture, language and thoughts. And since the ocean is so big, all the water from one horizon pushes up against water from the other, resulting in a fantastic tidal bulge. [Earth from Above: 101 Stunning Images from Orbit] If the moon disappeared, we wouldn't be out of tidal luck; the sun also stretches and squeezes the Earth, so our surfing opportunities wouldn't be completely eliminated. The moon makes some pretty nice tides, but the Earth is also spinning on its axis.
For over three generations, the Academy has connected millions of people to great poetry through programs such as National Poetry Month, the largest literary celebration in the world; Poets.org, the Academy’s popular website; American Poets, a biannual literary journal; and an annual series of poetry readings and special events.
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For more on poetic forms, browse our selection of terms from Edward Hirsch’s 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Lights, you are a living dream, Faith and bravery you beam, Youth and dawn and May.
Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Would your beam were more than dream, Would the light and love you stream, Stirred us, spurred us, aye!
It's the way I pay attention, the way I make a shape out of my experience, the way I praise this brief life, the way I mourn, the way I see my life as part of the human experience. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
[50 Interesting Facts About the Earth] On any given day, the ocean closest to the moon gets a bonus gravitational pull, so it rises up slightly, reaching out in watery embrace to what it can never reach. The solid rocky bits of the Earth are closer to the moon than the ocean on the far side, so the Earth too gets a little more snuggly with the moon, leaving the far-side ocean behind. And there you have it: two tides on opposite sides of the Earth.
If it disappeared in the blink of an eye tomorrow (and for discussion's sake let's assume it does so nonviolently), would we even notice? So stuff that's closer to the moon gets a stronger gravitational tug, and stuff that's farther away gets a weaker one. When looking at the effects of the moon on the Earth, you can essentially boil it down to three parts: The Earth itself, the ocean-close-to-the-moon and the ocean-far-from-the-moon. From the perspective of someone standing on Earth, it looks like that ocean is rising up, but really it just doesn't get to join the party.
” "It’s hard to feel optimistic in a world that shows less and less mercy every day. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle, But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."When the white trees are no longer in sight they are telling us something, like the body that undresses when someone is around, like the woman who wants to read what her nude curves are trying to say, of what it was to be together, lips on lips but it's over now, the town we once loved in, the maps we once drew, the echoes that once passed through us as if they needed something we had.
Still, we must keep striving toward positivity and love, despite any inklings we have that this is a futile endeavor, because this is the only way to combat cynicism and evil. We are pleased to launch the first annual Ambroggio Prize, for an unpublished manuscript written originally in Spanish and with an English translation.