A new Poet Laureate was just announced, which at my office constituted an event tantamount to a Russian spy satellite appearing suddenly above Arkansas. If you worked for NASA.
ANALOGIES!
I think Levine is a solid choice, and not only because I might have a teeny crush on him. This essay beautifully articulates his relevance. And this slip from "Our Valley" grabs me by the throat.
You have to remember this isn’t your land.
It belongs to no one, like the sea you once lived beside
and thought was yours. Remember the small boats
that bobbed out as the waves rode in, and the men
who carved a living from it only to find themselves
carved down to nothing. Now you say this is home,
so go ahead, worship the mountains as they dissolve in dust,
wait on the wind, catch a scent of salt, call it our life.
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