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Writer Junot Díaz attends the Jersey Boys at The New Yorker Festival on October 10, 2014. (Photo by Andrew Toth/Getty Images for The New Yorker Festival)
BY September 12, 2017

Smart writing on big love, the end of summer, a new narrative of whiteness, and constellations of listening — all curated by our editor-in-chief.

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BY December 13, 2016

A look at icons in our popular culture reveals the crucial work of healing at the heart of the Muslim faith.

BY December 12, 2016

Michael Longley reads his poem “Age”

BY December 12, 2016

Who was it who suggested that the opposite of war Is not so much peace as civilisation? He knew Our…

BY December 12, 2016

I Put in mind of his own father and moved to tears Achilles took him by the hand and pushed…

BY December 12, 2016

A wintry night, the hearth inhales And the chimney becomes a windpipe Fluffy with soot and thistledown, A voice-box recalling…

BY December 12, 2016

Rum and raisin, vanilla, butter-scotch, walnut, peach: You would rhyme off the flavours. That was before They murdered the ice-cream…

BY December 12, 2016

Pulling up flax after the blue flowers have fallen And laying our handfuls in the peaty water To rot those…

BY December 12, 2016

From The Next Ancient World Even Eve, the only soul in all of time to never have to wait for…

BY December 12, 2016

The road in the end taking the path the sun had taken, into the western sea, and the moon rising…

BY December 12, 2016

A poem and a benediction from David Whyte for your day.

BY December 12, 2016

Vulnerability is not a weakness, a passing indisposition, or something we can arrange to do without, vulnerability is not a…

A young man keeps his head above water as he looks on at the shoreline and trees.
BY December 12, 2016

Christian Wiman reads his poem “And I Said To My Soul, Be Loud”

BY December 12, 2016

After going three years without having written a poem, Christian Wiman explains how he came about writing this poem and…

BY December 12, 2016

Christian Wiman reads his poem “From a Window”

BY December 12, 2016

Christian Wiman reads his poem “For D.”

BY December 12, 2016

Christian Wiman reads his poem “Hammer Is the Prayer”

A young man keeps his head above water as he looks on at the shoreline and trees.
BY December 12, 2016

Christian Wiman reads his poem “It Takes Particular Clicks”

A young man keeps his head above water as he looks on at the shoreline and trees.
BY December 12, 2016

Christian Wiman reads his poem “The Reservoir”

A young man keeps his head above water as he looks on at the shoreline and trees.
BY December 12, 2016

Christian Wiman reads his poem “This Mind of Dying”

"Anziano alla stazione"
BY December 12, 2016

Quando mi vide star pur fermo e duro turbato un poco disse: “Or vedi figlio: tra Beatrice e te è…

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

Alicia Partnoy reads her poem “A Homespun Love”

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

Alicia Partnoy reads her poem “Epitaph”

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

Alicia Partnoy reads her poem “Testimony”

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

Alicia Partnoy reads her poem “Survivor”

“If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.” -Flavia Weedn
BY December 12, 2016

The Turkish-American poet Adnan Onart reads his touching poem about a moment between Muslims in a donut shop in the days after 9/11.

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