No longer light, but not yet dark, We stand here in some space between And listen to a meadow lark; Last year she sang so sweet and keen...

I. Leaves of crispy gold and red drift softly from the sky, falling down to the frozen ground without a sound, to shrivel up and die –...

Modernism has many secrets—some might even call it a dark side. This dark side involves a stunningly elitist philosophy, a pro-imperial...

Lay down your armor And play for me your precious lyre; And let me hear Your deepest dreams and frail desires. Lay down your armor And...

Professor Kim Blank, author of Mapping Keats's Progress, joins the New Lyre Podcast to discuss the astounding poetic development of John...

Barbarous Captivity The stone confines the angel’s shape; It grips her hands with awful might; It clutches at her supple nape And hinders...

(adapted from a Tibetan folktale) In times long-past, there lived a band Of monkeys in a forestland, And as they rambled roundabout, They...

“So my optimism is no mild and unreasoning satisfaction. A poet once said I must be happy because I did not see the bare, cold present,...

In the spring of 1819, Keats experienced one of the greatest bursts of creativity in the history of science and art. Among other works,...