Best New Yorker Poems

My husband won a contest
On a weekly FM quiz
To prove to all who listen
What a “know-it-all” he is.

The prize is a certificate
And maybe some acclaim
From the kith and kin tuned in
When Jeff*, the DJ, says your name.

A call came through soon after
For the winner’s home...

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Two years ago I left New York,
to find my luck somewhere else,
and in Waterbury, Connecticut I settled in a ranch-house,
which overlooked middle-class homes
groping on verdant slopes;
the night stars may have shined 
a little brighter than in Manhattan,
without a trace of pollution or smog,
but  the...

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If the subject is appealing,
I’ll, at first, begin to read,
Though the facts with which I’m dealing 
Are way more than what I need.

All the knowledge that I’m gaining,
By the time I reach page 3,
Can’t prevent my interest waning
And I’m sure it’s not just me.

Aren’t the...

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Here living in the city of New York,
Those who oppose me will fall
Even though many are kind to me
People and its city must perish
Great damage was done to me
The only option left is to destroy everything

O you were so kind to me but I must...

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The New Yorker is having a birthday – 
It’s made it to one hundred years.
With each story, cartoon, poem or essay,
It’s jump-started many careers.

Despite what it’s called, you can buy it
At newsstands or else go on line
And subscribe – since my brother did try it,
He...

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