Oh but hey there is a great little new Anne Carson poem today! An epithalamium, you might need to know, is a poem for a bride, sung before the wedding…. though there is this intriguing sentence on the Wikipedia: "Among the Romans a similar custom was in vogue, but the song was sung by girls only, after the marriage guests had gone, and it contained much more of what modern attitudes would identify as obscene." Oooh.

This week's poetry in the New Yorker: 1. A "lunch poem" by Jonathan Galassi, the editor-in-chief of Farrar, Straus and Giroux. (Also Harvard '71!) This is his second for the magazine. It seems to be about a romantic and manly Parisian bed-in with a lover? (Here is some biography: "He and his wife Susan Grace Galassi, a curator at the Frick Collection, live in Brooklyn with their daughters Isabel and Beatrice.") 2. A short poem by Katha Pollitt, Nation columnist and ex-wife of the NY Times magazine's The Ethicist. This is her 25th poem for the magazine. 3. The seventh poem published by the New Yorker [...]