Celebrating National Poetry Month

Over the years some five hundred poems have appeared in the pages of the Review. A great range of poets, preoccupied with themes both personal and political, often translated from different languages—W.H. Auden, Seamus Heaney, Zbigniew Herbert, John Berryman, Yehuda Amichai, Elizabeth Bishop, John Ashbery, and Czeslaw Milosz, to name a handful—have contributed to the Review. This collection forms part of our online archive and is available to Web subscribers, who have often told us how much it has meant to them to become reacquainted with the voices of poets they admire.

This April, to celebrate National Poetry Month—established in 1996 by the Academy of American Poets—the Review's editors have chosen thirty poems from the archives and will post one daily. You can bookmark this page and visit us each day in April for a new poem. You can also follow nybooks on Twitter or become a fan on Facebook for links to the daily poem. For more poetry and reviews from the Review's archives, you may be interested in the electronic edition, which provides full access to five decades of writing in the Review.

April 30

Moment

By Wislawa Szymborska

I walk on the slope of a hill gone green.
Grass, little flowers in the grass,
as in a children's illustration.
The misty sky's already turning blue.
A view of other hills unfolds in silence.
 
As if there'd never been any Cambrians, Silurians,
rocks snarling at crags,
upturned abysses,
no nights in flames
and days in clouds of darkness.
 
As if plains hadn't pushed their way here
in malignant fevers,
icy shivers.
 
As if seas had seethed only elsewhere,
shredding the shores of the horizons.
 
It's nine-thirty local time.
Everything's in its place and in polite agreement.
In the valley a little brook cast as a little brook.
A path in the role of a path from always to ever.
Woods disguised as woods alive without end,
and above them birds in flight play birds in flight.
 
This moment reigns as far as the eye can reach.
One of those earthly moments
invited to linger.

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