Many a poem will be read today. Some of them will be treacle, some treasure. “Boiling Point,” by Andrea Cohen, is treasure.

In [Screened], poet, photographer, and teacher Star Black turns her lens toward her youth, never relaxing her grip on the reality of adolescence.

Ginger Andrews has been known to say she thinks each of her poems is actually a prayer. Today we give thanks for her gifts and for the chance to present one of her joyful poems of thanksgiving.

This week, in celebration of the Pulitzer recognition of the luminescent Sharon Olds, we salute each of the six women who have been awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry since the year 2000.

Pauline’s poem, presented here, speaks for itself. Yet, given her age (26) and the unusual circumstance of her appearing here, we hope you will want to get to know her better. We’d like you to have the chance to read the harrowing stories she wrote to us.

“I regularly encounter women who don’t know their real age or name because they were trafficked into the sex industry before they could read or write,” declares Pauline Lacanilao, a young poet who has set out to shine a light on misogyny in the Philippines.

We tend toward verse here at Poetry Sunday, but today we present another poetic form, this time in the hands of a real pro, Maryanne Hannan. She makes room for us in a stream of consciousness most of us will recognize while she takes good care to warm us with humor along the way.

We commend the Academy of American Poets’ site to you for a chance to see what is going on in the world of poetry every day of April and to be reminded of what is timeless about poetry in the lives of us all.

Featured Poet: Ilyse Kusnetz

A lament for the nameless 18th- and 19th-century factory girls poisoned daily on the job.

So many of us set out to do things differently from the ways our mothers did—only to end up realizing that so much of our behavior practically replicates what we remember.

Samsung launches its new phones with sexist commentary as selling points; another company unveils a tablet for women preloaded with the ‘feminine essentials’; a visual tribute to Maya Angelou; the politics of pubic hair; and the ‘feminism’ in romance novels.

Here, Kimberly Cloutier Green shows us with deft hand how we are creatures of overlooking and later longing. May her label of Late Winter be a prediction of a soon-to-be spring.

Once in a while, we like our Sundays to be lighthearted . . . sprightly . . . Ogden Nashian, even. In this mood, we turn to Caryl Avery, who likes to “take the ordinary and turn it on its head.” Here, for your amusement, are several of Caryl’s verbal headstands.

A little shepherd girl
with a herd of goats,
black goats,
emerges suddenly
from an unseen tent.
She won’t live out the day, that girl,
in the pasture.

Pining for the good ol’ days when the Oscars were family-friendly; ruminating on poems that share a love for books; redefining what 21st-century feminism looks like; noting the notable black women in literature; and applauding one young woman who dares to educate Afghan girls.