Feb 27, 2012, Vol. 17, No. 23 • By WILLIAM KRISTOL
Barack Obama is a careful politician and a disciplined man. But when he’s on the West Coast, perhaps a little tired because of the jet lag, at a fancy fundraiser with his most glamorous and credulous supporters, he tends to let his guard down. The mask slips.
8:44 AM, Feb 16, 2012 • By WILLIAM KRISTOL
Here’s President Obama, at a fundraiser last night in Los Angeles: “[T]he American people, beneath all the pain and hurt and frustration … still want to believe that that change is possible, and there's still that hope there. … Mario Cuomo once said that campaigning is poetry and governance is prose. … [W]e’ve been slogging through ‘prose’ for the last three years, and sometimes that gets people discouraged. Because people, they like the poetry.”
The Keats brothers’ saga.Jan 23, 2012, Vol. 17, No. 18 • By SARA LODGE
John Keats was to Romantic poetry as James Dean was to cinema: young, gifted, and doomed. His charisma lies in the astonishing energy, humor, and inspiration that he packed into a small physical frame and an appallingly brief time frame: He died of tuberculosis aged barely 25. His eyes were always on the skies. He is the poet of the moon, of new planets and bright stars, of clouds, gold, grey, and dun, of mist, of snow, and Blue!—’Tis the life of heaven.
The remains (in prose) of the great Greek poet.Mar 21, 2011, Vol. 16, No. 26 • By JOHN SIMON
Selected Prose Works
by Constantine Cavafy
translated and annotated by Peter Jeffreys
Michigan, 184 pp., $24.95
Constantine Cavafy is a major figure in modern poetry, repeatedly translated into English. His prose, however, remained uncollected and unpublished in English—until now.
A reader's poem, after Andrew Marvell.9:15 AM, Mar 2, 2011 • By WILLIAM KRISTOL
When I was in Cambridge yesterday, a mysterious dark lady approached me in Harvard Yard. She pressed a sheet of paper into my hand, said she was a poet and a WEEKLY STANDARD reader, and asked me to share this effort, apparently based on Andrew Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress," with our readers.
I'm happy to do so.
The leader of the free world is singing a rather depressing version of a rousing and familiar tune. 12:49 PM, Feb 24, 2011 • By ANONYMOUS
From the Halls of the West Wing
To the shores of Tripoli;
I shrink from our country's battles
In the air, on land, and sea;
No need to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
I am proud to claim the title
Of White House college dean.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun.
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scene;
But I really don't think it is my job,
To say anything that might sound mean.
One writer’s effort to bring the poet of democracy to life.May 3, 2010, Vol. 15, No. 31 • By MARK BAUERLEIN
by C. K. Williams
Princeton, 208 pp., $19.95
The Irish bard translates a Scots epic.Mar 15, 2010, Vol. 15, No. 25 • By KATHERINE EASTLAND
The Testament of Cresseid and Seven Fables
by Robert Henryson,
translated by Seamus Heaney
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 208 pp., $25