Epigrams, 56

When I began writing I felt like a constellation,
                                some new fixture in the sky,
a lamp with twenty wicks, or at least
                                an eternal flame. It was mostly a lie
I told myself, though a few

Iambi, 203

                                I’m not exactly from poverty, or from obscurity,
but I think it’s okay for me to complain.

                                Some people treat the right, or the ability
to make, or to talk about, poetry

                                as a matter of being born in the right place,
or as some kind of laying on of hands.

Not the first modern trans memoir, but perhaps the first with literary ambitions, Conundrum helped establish one way of thinking about what it means to be trans.

In these videograms, poets read and discuss the poems getting them through these strange times.

Stephanie Burt on William Wordsworth, Hart Crane, and Fred Moten.

  In the far future, when the only readers who cherish and puzzle over Lucie Brock-Broido’s poems are those who never met her, those readers will surely try to imagine what she must have been like in person. Perhaps they will know that she was a…