Poems for Travellers transports the reader to lands far and near in the company of some of our greatest poets such as Walt Whitman, John Keats and Christina Rossetti. Part of the Macmillan Collectors Library series, featuring expert introductions for your favourite classics. As internationally acclaimed author Paul Theroux writes in his introduction, ‘Here is a collection of travel poetry composed by real travellers, weekending tourists, feverish fantasists, bluffers, dreamers, brave adventurers and resolute stay-at-homes. It succeeds in what poetry does best – inspires and consoles, reminds us of who we are, where we’ve been, and where we might want to go next.’

More than 80 poems by 50 American and British masters celebrate real and metaphorical journeys. Poems by Whitman, Byron, Millay, Sandburg, Langston Hughes, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Shelley, Tennyson, Yeats, many others.

A collection of more than thirty poems by American poet Devin Johnston.

David Wagoner has won the acclaim of his peers and been compared with some of the most gifted poets in the English language. His collections have garnered Poetry's Levinson and Union League Prizes, the Ruth Lilly Prize, and nominations for the American Book Award and the National Book Award. For his most recent collection, Walt Whitman Bathing, Wagoner was honored with the Ohioana Book Award in the category of poetry.

Sassy, witty, and expectedly peregrine, these panoramic poems are sharp and personal. They seem to arise from above, even higher than where pigeons choose to dismantle their bowel movements. Well-researched and deftly written, these tightly controlled, prudent, perceptive, and expedient poems are capable of turning your inflamed heart into snow or a Renaissance painting or a Catholic Church. - Vi Khi Nao, judge of the Charlotte Mew Prize The Things We Bring With Us: Travel Poems is simply stunning. The poems span the world and confront the baggage we carry and also the baggage burdened on us by others' narrow definitions of self. Huerta's razor-eyed insights combined with their precise language make for a dazzling debut. - Charlotte Pence, author of Code The poems in this chapbook debut tell stories I want to listen to. S.G. deftly writes of loneliness and feeling in-between, of traveling and searching for something in far-away places. It's a collection about being pulled in different directions, about finding oneself in traveling, but also in the places traveled-from. S.G. contemplates what they are drawn to and drawn from, carefully questioning the symmetry between the places they know well and the cities where they feel like a stranger. These powerful poems are queer and quiet, but ring loud with language, family, love, and eager movement through an unfamiliar world. - Sara Ryan, author of I Thought There Would Be More Wolves

The publication of this book is a literary event. It is Miss Bishop's first volume of verse since Poems, which was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1955. This new collection consists of two parts. Under the general heading "Brazil" are grouped eleven poems including "Manuelzinho," "The Armadillo," "Twelfth Morning, or What You Will," "The Riverman," "Brazil, January 1, 1502" and the title poem. The second section, entitled "Elsewhere," includes others "First Death in Nova Scotia," "Manners," "Sandpiper," "From Trollope's Journal," and "Visits to St. Elizabeths." In addition to the poems there is an extraordinary story of a Nova Scotia childhood, "In the Village." Robert Lowell has recently written, "I am sure no living poet is as curious and observant as Miss Bishop. What cuts so deep is that each poem is inspired by her own tone, a tone of large, grave tenderness and sorrowing amusement. She is too sure of herself for empty mastery and breezy plagiarism, too interested for confession and musical monotony, too powerful for mismanaged fire, and too civilized for idiosyncratic incoherence. She has a humorous, commanding genius for picking up the unnoticed, now making something sprightly and right, and now a great monument. Once her poems, each shining, were too few. Now they are many. When we read her, we enter the classical serenity of a new country."