“I never got poetry,” someone says to me again. And I sigh. Because I never got it either — at least, not until I learned to stop worrying about “getting it.” In fact, “get” — with its connotation of ...

When I am driving in the country at night the same words will always pop into my head. I look at the white line disappearing past my headlights and I think, "The road was a ribbon of moonlight." This ...

A former editor introduced me to the Poetry Foundation‘s Poem of the Day. His parents were poets—not amateurs who scribbled doggerel on birthday cards, but professionals who published books and taught ...