What do you mean you’ve never heard of Peter Balakian, the poet who just won the 2016 Pulitzer Prize for poetry? Read a few of his poems here:
Above school kids in Episcopal jackets
cherubs are singing
to the beautiful fake lapis
of St. John the Divine
and from this side chapel
I see through the blue
to the 6th floor of St. Luke’s
where my father’s heart caved in.
Domestic Lament (Poetry)
Like heavy muslin
there is air around my house.
A goblet half-full
of vinegar on my desk.
Tangerines are spoiled globes
in a bowl.
When you’re in the mountains
you feel the desert air.
Waking to fog on a salt marsh
you taste the empty boulevards of July.
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Agni, No. 56, 30th Anniversary Poetry Anthology (2002), pp. 21-24
Poetry, Vol. 151, No. 1/2, The Seventy-Fifth Anniversary Issue (Oct. - Nov., 1987), pp. 10-12
Ploughshares, Vol. 17, No. 4, Traces of Struggle and Desire (Winter, 1991/1992), p. 138