“April is the cruellest month, breeding,” sang T.S. Eliot. “Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,” launched Chaucer. Sayeth Tablet, “Yea, April is National Poetry Month.” Our archives are proudly brimming with material about poetry and poets: interviews with Poet Laureates and Pulitzer Prize winners, literary criticism of new work, appreciations, commemorations, obituaries, celebrations, readings, profiles, and new original verse.Each week this month we’ll be bringing you highlights from Tablet’s archive. Please join us in helping the American Academy of Poets carry the flame.Simkha-Bunim Shayevitch, by Chava Rosenfarb: The untold story of the great epic poem of the Holocaust—and the generous, tragic hero who wrote it.And now, Blimele, my child,\nextinguish your childish joy,\nthe quicksilver river of your laughter,\nand let us make ready for the unknown road.Peter Cole, by Harold Bloom: The great critic reviews a new collection of verse by the translator and writer Peter Cole.Words are seeds, like tastes on another’s tongue\nWhich doesn’t explain—how what’s inside comes\nthrough what is always in between, that seam\nof being For what’s within, within remains,\nas though it had slipped across the lips of a dreamMahmoud Darwish, by Joshua Cohen: Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish created a poetry of martyrdom for his people—and a political coup for the idea of the nakba.So do not reconcile with anything except for this obscure reason. Do not regret a war that ripened you just as August ripens pomegranates on the slopes of stolen mountains. For there is no other hell waiting for you. What once was yours is now against you.Barry Zaret, by Alexander Aciman: The former chief of cardiology at Yale, Barry Zaret, writes poetry of the heart.God of cancer,\nyou are an evil tease.\nYou give us scattered\nhours, even days\nof happiness and ease.\nThen you take it all back\nreplaced with weakness, pain,\nsleeplessness, fear.Rachel Wetzsteon, by Adam Kirsch: The poet Rachel Wetzsteon took her life on December 24, 2009.There was a lull, a break from bliss\nwhen I turned to face the window\nlooking for all the world, you said,\n“like I was composing a new verse.”Emma Lazarus, by David Bromwich: Emma Lazarus’ “The New Colossus” is a greater symbol of freedom’s light than the Statue of Liberty.For this I know,\nThat even as I am, thou also art.\nThou past heroic forms unmoved shalt go,\nTo pause and bide with me, to whisper low:\n“Not I alone am weak, not I apart\nMust suffer, struggle, conquer day by day.”Check out an interactive version of the poem here.Kanye West/Abel Meeropol, by David Meir Grossman: Abel Meeropol’s ‘Strange Fruit’ gets remixed into Yeezus in a manner worthy of its creator, for song of the year.I wear my heart on the sleeve\nI know that we the new slaves\nI see the blood on the leaves\nI see the blood on the leaves\nI see the blood on the leaves\nI know that we the new slaves\nI see the blood on the leavesPlus, your weekly dose of Scroll Verse: Most People Are Bad, by Sheera Talpaz.