May 25, 2020

O life-affirming season, mild and fair

  Yet bursting with life, rousing long-dulled sense,

Whose spark of youth electrifies the air

  Heavy with mists and mossy, flowered scents;

That decks high boughs caressing gentle rains

  In clustered blooms of purple, pink, and white...

March 30, 2020

Night broods heavy, dark, and still –

  Its darkest, stillest hour,

When the damp, dead airs chill

  And the starlight glows dour.

I roam the dark alone – it seems

  The only being alive –

Debarred from the realm of dreams

  And all the peace they give.

Hear! A solo voice dare...

March 16, 2020

Anyone who has ever attended a commencement ceremony in the United States has certainly heard Frost’s “The Road Not Taken,” often recited poorly. The poem’s overuse is a shame, for it is a well-crafted work, and emblematic of Frost: conversational in tone, restrained i...

January 28, 2020

Percy Bysshe Shelley’s “Ozymandias” is one of his shortest works, but also one of his best known, anthologized to the point of ubiquity. But it deserves every bit of the reputation it has gained. Short, yet powerful and descriptive, it illustrates the sonnet at its bes...

October 30, 2019

Modernism produces obscure poetry because it denies the existence of absolute truth. Without a fundamental truth to reveal, poetry is relegated to presenting a series of images for the reader to supply the meaning of the text. Hart Crane and the pioneers of modernist p...

October 14, 2019

When torrid Summer’s greenery,

Its vibrant hues and spiced perfume

Lie far, fast-fading memory,

                           Your flowers bloom.

When...

August 5, 2019

Through the peace of balmy spring,

  Bird-songs’ trills and breeze-tossed leaves,

An alien sound, a distant ring

  Dares to break the mirth to grieve:

    A distant, solitary bell

    Tolling out a funeral knell.

Softly, softly first it sounds,

  Tolling g...

May 17, 2019

Turquoise waves on shell-white sand

Rush forth – crashing, crashing, crashing –

Dying gladly as they land,

Surging, breaking, foaming, splashing.

Lines advancing, rank on rank –

Never ceasing, or  deceasing –

On the anchored rock’s long flank,

Neither tiring nor decreasing.

So...

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