Hannah Aizenman
Hannah Aizenman is The New Yorker’s poetry coördinator.
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Daniel Borzutzky’s Poems Channel Cacophony in an Age of Calamity
“Written After a Massacre in the Year 2018” does more than bear witness for posterity; it speaks of, and to, our moment.
By Hannah AizenmanMarch 31, 2021
2020 in Review
The New Yorker’s Year in Poetry
The poetry we published reflects a year of unprecedented challenges and calls for long-overdue societal change.
By Hannah AizenmanDecember 28, 2020
The Nobel Laureate Louise Glück in The New Yorker
For more than fifty years, Glück’s work has evolved in the pages of the magazine.
By Hannah AizenmanOctober 9, 2020
Eavan Boland in The New Yorker
The poet’s latest contribution to the magazine was, coincidentally, published on the day of her death.
By Hannah AizenmanApril 29, 2020
2019 in Review
Our Year in Poems
In 2019, The New Yorker published poems by a number of contributors new to our pages, along with offerings from poets we’ve published for decades.
By Hannah AizenmanDecember 25, 2019
The Apocalyptic Visions of Ariana Reines
In “A Sand Book,” the poet asks what it means to make meaning in the shadow of an end time.
By Hannah AizenmanOctober 23, 2019
Linda Gregg in The New Yorker
Linda Gregg’s poems are like atomic nuclei—precisely calibrated, powerfully charged instances of transfixion from which worlds are built.
By Hannah AizenmanMarch 22, 2019
W. S. Merwin in The New Yorker
Beginning in 1955, Merwin published more than two hundred works of poetry and prose in The New Yorker. They speak to the breadth and singularity of his monumental career.
By Hannah AizenmanMarch 18, 2019
Mary Oliver in The New Yorker
The poems that Mary Oliver published in The New Yorker exemplify the themes and modes for which her work is best known, often finding the sacred in communion with the commonplace.
By Hannah AizenmanJanuary 19, 2019
2018 in Review
Our Year in Poems
A selection from The New Yorker’s year in poetry, including first-time contributors and posthumous publications from writers we lost too soon.
By Hannah AizenmanDecember 24, 2018
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