Massachusetts

In 2015, Danielle Legros Georges was named poet laureate Boston, Massachusetts. Georges will serve a four-year term.

upcoming events

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Mar 25 2019
Mass Poetry's Evening of Inspired Leaders
Evening of Inspired Leaders, a fundraiser to benefit Mass Poetry, highlights the power of poetry to inspire and delight while showcasing an all-star field of leaders. Inspired by Robert Pinsky's Favorite Poem Project, our 2019 event will feature emcee Meghna Chakrabarti, host of WBUR's On Point. Funds raised at Evening of Inspired Leaders will help Mass Poetry produce its dynamic roster of free and low-cost poetry programs for thousands of people, young and old, across Massachusetts.
 
 
And if you can support Mass Poetry at a VIP sponsor level, purchase a VIP package (by March 1st) to join us at the dessert reception at Boston Symphony Hall following the event. Meet the speakers and support Mass Poetry at the same time! Become a sponsor here: http://www.masspoetry.org/inspiredleaderssponsor
 
See the incredible line-up of speakers here: http://www.masspoetry.org/inspiredleaders
 
 
7:00pm
264 Huntington Ave
02115 Boston, Massachusetts

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poems

poem
In Worcester, Massachusetts,
I went with Aunt Consuelo
to keep her dentist's appointment
and sat and waited for her
in the dentist's waiting room.
It was winter. It got dark
early. The waiting room
was full of grown-up people,
arctics and overcoats,
lamps and magazines.
My aunt was inside
what seemed like a long
poem
I've been meaning to tell
you how the sky is pink
here sometimes like the roof
of a mouth that's about to chomp
down on the crooked steel teeth
of the city,

I remember the desperate 
things we did
                and that I stumble
down sidewalks listening
to the buzz of street lamps
at dusk and the
poem

"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam."

The old South Boston Aquarium stands
in a Sahara of snow now.  Its broken windows are boarded.
The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales.
The airy tanks are dry.

Once my nose crawled like a snail on the glass;
my hand tingled
to burst the bubbles