The vigor of their badness preserves them. Up they float into bad-poem limbo, where their bad lines, loose and weedlike, ...

Nothing New,” which the American poet wrote in 1918, is published for the first time in The New Yorker’s Anniversary Issue.

In a 1930 letter, Robert Frost stated his priorities as memorably — which, for Frost, meant as mischievously — as possible: “Am I any good? That’s what I’d like to know and all I need to know.” The ...

A recently discovered poem, written in 1918 and published for the first time in The New Yorker’s Anniversary Issue.

Amanda Gorman was just 22 when her inaugural poem, “The Hill We Climb”, read ... A sharp wind and the glare of light on the snow rescued Robert Frost, the first to start the tradition at ...