Poem of the Week: “The Gardener” by Patricia Hooper

The Gardener Since the phlox are dyingand the daisies with their bright bodieshave shattered in the wind, I go out among these last dancers,cutting to the ground the withered asters,the spent stalks of the lilies, the black rose, and see them as they were in spring, the timeof eagerness and blossoms, knowing howthey will all

Poem of the Week: “Bird” by Dorianne Laux

Assistant to the Director, Estee Schlenner, chose this week’s poem. “I always turn to Dorianne Laux’s work when I need some comfort, and I feel like we could all use a little comforting right now. I love the way she ties in nature to her poetry, and how this poem leaves you thinking about gratitude

Poem of the Week: “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” by Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know.   His house is in the village though;   He will not see me stopping here   To watch his woods fill up with snow.    My little horse must think it queer   To stop without a farmhouse near   Between the woods and frozen lake   The darkest evening of the

Poem of the Week: “The Season of Phantasmal Peace,” by Derek Walcott

The Season of Phantasmal Peace by Derek Walcott   Then all the nations of birds lifted together the huge net of the shadows of this earth in multitudinous dialects, twittering tongues, stitching and crossing it. They lifted up the shadows of long pines down trackless slopes, the shadows of glass-faced towers down evening streets, the