Poetry News:
- He first made his mark selling love poems to students, which they passed on to their sweethearts —
- As the box is unfolded the verse and proposal becomes clear to reveal a space inside for a love token —
- Do you remember when you fell in love with poetry? —
- Literature buffs bond over books at Landmark —
- “University presses act as gatekeepers” —
- A new press turns a slant of light on women poets —
- Hart Crane: To the Editor —
Happy Valentine’s Day 
Here’s a stanza for ya.
The Parliament of Fowles by Geoffrey Chaucer
For this was on seynt Valentynes day,
Whan every foul cometh ther to chese his make,
Of every kinde, that men thenke may;
And that so huge a noyse gan they make,
That erthe and see, and tree, and every lake
So ful was, that unnethe was ther space
For me to stonde, so ful was al the place.
