For more excellent poetry coverage, click over to The Millions (now with snazzy new URL themillions.com!) to read Edan’s introductory post in their “Poetry Month” series:

“I like poets. At Iowa, they wore the best jewelry, they hosted read-aloud Shakespeare parties (alas, I never attended); some of them went shooting (I mean with real guns); many drank too much, fell in and out of love easily, danced well and terribly, talked John Donne. One poet I know kills turkeys for money. Another has impeccable finances and a mythic mother. In my worst days, I think fiction writers are merely diluted poets – heavily, and erroneously, diluted. Why do we need all these words, when a poet, with fewer, can say it better – or best?”

Stick around to read Zach Savich’s post, as well.  Among his insights:  “Poems break into song as days break into rain. What’s the difference between poetry and prose? Prose is the sidewalk, poetry is the rain.”