Here’s a poem about patience, about self-control, about the need to conserve your energy and constrain your desire. Fittingly enough, it’s a proper old-school sonnet, orderly...
Mr. Stern’s life was as colorful, confusing and sometimes chaotic as his art. He was born Gerd Jacob Stern in Oct. 12, 1928, to a Jewish...
This was clearly a useful way of being possessed. It was the lens through which Mr. Longley examined the Northern Irish situation. He “had an uncanny...
Maria Teresa Horta, a Portuguese feminist writer who helped shatter her conservative country’s strictures on women, died on Feb. 4 at her home in Lisbon. She...
By 2 a.m. we were happily lost again. Dimly illuminated arches and doorways reflected off the green canal waters. My daughter, Vivian, 16, and I were...
Poems aren’t pictures, but sometimes they try to make us see, and to make us feel in ways we might associate with acts of seeing. Some...
The Met Cloisters were alive with the sound of music on a frigid January afternoon. Six nuns in white surrounded a seventh dressed in black, and...
“The Wickedest” is a scattering of electricities. The dancing is all impulse and appetite, with a DJ who occasionally breaks in to announce something comic like:...
According to the scholar Earl Miner, “The test for [allusion] is that it is a phenomenon some reader or readers may fail to observe.” He does...
HELEN OF TROY, 1993: Poems, by Maria Zoccola In Greek mythology, Helen was the daughter of Leda, born from an egg after Leda was raped by...
