State Poet Laureate
In 1926, Kentucky established a state poet laureate position, which is currently held by Silas House, who was appointed to a one-year term in 2023.
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State Poet Laureate
In 1926, Kentucky established a state poet laureate position, which is currently held by Silas House, who was appointed to a one-year term in 2023.
Type | Title | State |
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Literary Organization | Kentucky Shakespeare | Kentucky |
Literary Magazine | Appalachian Heritage | Kentucky |
Small Press | Blair Mountain Press | Kentucky |
Literary Magazine | The Louisville Review | Kentucky |
Small Press | Sarabande Books | Kentucky |
Small Press | Finishing Line Press | Kentucky |
Writing Program | Western Kentucky University | Kentucky |
Poetry-Friendly Bookstore | A Reader's Corner | Kentucky |
Poetry-Friendly Bookstore | Carmichael's Bookstore | Kentucky |
Poetry-Friendly Bookstore | CoffeeTree Books | Kentucky |
Silas House is the
Born in 1905, author Robert Penn Warren won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and served as the first U.S. Poet Laureate
Poet, essayist, farmer, and novelist Wendell Berry is the author of more than thirty books.
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Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard
The great geese hoot northward.
I could not see them, there being no moon
And the stars sparse. I heard them.
I did not know what was happening in my heart.
to Ken Kesey & Ken Babbs
Clumsy at first, fitting together
the years we have been apart,
and the ways.
But as the night
passed and the day came, the first
fine morning of April,
it came clear:
the world that has tried us
and showed us its joy
was our bond
when we said nothing.
And we allowed it to be
with us, the new green
shining.
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Our lives, half gone,
stay full of laughter.
One woman drives across five states just to see her. The woman being driven to has no idea anyone's headed her way. The driving woman crosses three bridges & seven lakes just to get to her door. She stops along the highway, wades into the soggy ground, cuts down coral-eyed cattails, carries them to her car as if they might be sherbet orange, long-stemmed, Confederate roses, sheared for Sherman himself. For two days she drives toward the woman in Kentucky, sleeping in rest areas with her seat lowered all the way back, doors locked. When she reaches the state line it's misting.