“The Convert Wants Wounds, Not Scars”, Melody S Gee
Yesterday’s Poem-A-Day from the Academy of American Poets was “The Convert Wants Wounds, Not Scars” About the Poem, Melody S Gee comments: “This is part of The Convert, a series…
Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda
Yesterday’s Poem-A-Day from the Academy of American Poets was “The Convert Wants Wounds, Not Scars” About the Poem, Melody S Gee comments: “This is part of The Convert, a series…
From the Flowering Poverello blog, a poetry sequence which, for some reason, especially resonated. I will let it speak for itself, except the resonance began with the opening lines “I…
I found this somewhat amusing. I love Pope, but do find this epigram a bit laboured: I am his Highness’ dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog…
“Alone” By Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring—…
Yesterday was the Feast of the Ascension, so this is late. I guess it is still May 30th in California and points West (up to the International Date Line) though:…
Published in The New Yorker in 2008, here is a gem-like little poem by Richard Wilbur reflecting on the casual power of terza rima, the form in which Dante wrote the Commedia and…
It’s heading into midsummer. So, the perfect time to post a short poem about autumn. “Stealth” by Howard Stein (who has an interesting bio)captures the transitory, and elusive, nature of…
From the journal Prometheus Dreaming , I liked this poem by Matt Alberswerth which has strong echoes of Ted Hughes: Crossing the Jordan Did the fish hear me when…