As I have every year since 2014, in 2025 I set aside a couple of months to peruse the year’s books of poetry — at least those books I had on hand. In the past, I’ve titled my annual roundup — one ...

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of ...

After four decades, the annual book series is drawing to a close. Our columnist looks at what it all meant. By Elisa Gabbert I wonder if there has ever been more equivocation about the word “best” and ...