Poem: “Quarantine,” by Eavan Boland

Poem: “Quarantine,” by Eavan Boland

In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out from the workhouse with his wife. He was walking—they were both walking—north. She was sick with famine fever and could not keep up. He lifted her and put her on his back. He...
Poem: “Submerged,” by Lola Ridge

Poem: “Submerged,” by Lola Ridge

I have known only my own shallows— Safe, plumbed places, Where I was wont to preen myself. But for the abyss I wanted a plank beneath And horizons… I was afraid of the silence And the slipping toe-hold… Oh, could I now dive Into the unexplored deeps of me—...
Poem: “Of History and Hope,” by Miller Williams

Poem: “Of History and Hope,” by Miller Williams

We have memorized America, how it was born and who we have been and where. In ceremonies and silence we say the words, telling the stories, singing the old songs. We like the places they take us. Mostly we do. The great and all the anonymous dead are there. We know...