Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Michael Simms: Consider the Hummingbird

Consider the hummingbird
How like the mind it is

May 16, 2021 · 5 Comments

Paul Christensen: Rainy and Cold Today

The soul is hungry in spring, and there is only the crisp, silent air to feed it.

April 18, 2021 · 4 Comments

William Hathaway: The Quiet of the Sky

Quietly, though. The sort of view
people look at and say awesome
while taking pictures of their faces
with their phones with nature scenes
behind them…

April 8, 2021 · Leave a comment

Claude McKay: After the Winter

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love

March 19, 2021 · Leave a comment

Peter Blair: Vernation

On the road by the arena,
puddles fill ditches
and flaxen rushes wave
in March rain.

March 18, 2021 · Leave a comment

Bertha Rogers: When Winter — Lục bát

Here is an example of a traditional fixed form borrowed from Vietnamese folk poetry.

December 21, 2020 · 2 Comments

William Butler Yeats: The Wild Swans at Coole

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky…

October 30, 2020 · Leave a comment

Ed Bieber: Cleverness

Nature is the master here: boundless, unpredictable,
full of astonishments. The children come next. I follow.

October 20, 2020 · 1 Comment

Henry Beston: A Year of life on the Great Beach of Cape Cod

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. I have heard them all, and of the three elemental voices, that of ocean is the most awesome, beautiful and varied.

September 6, 2020 · 1 Comment

Philip Levine: Red Dust

I do not believe in sorrow;
it is not American.

August 9, 2020 · Leave a comment

Audio: Wendell Berry reads ‘The Peace of Wild Things’

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be…

August 2, 2020 · 1 Comment

Lauren Camp: Leather World, This Bird, This Sky

I came here from temporary
and perpetual rages—the whole sky
of wind. Secret birds
take the ruin of garden.

July 27, 2020 · Leave a comment

Sandra McPherson: Landscape Painter, Salmon Creek, July 1991

Doesn’t everyone
covet an easel? — its smart little body
named after onagers and donkeys, ancestor
of art kept trim.

June 10, 2020 · Leave a comment

Judith A. Brice: Notes On A Postcard

The picture would portray a few
flowering apple trees profuse in bloom
their parchment petals set
to sail with the wind, take off

May 29, 2020 · 3 Comments

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