A Harvard undergraduate reporter interviewed me recently for the Harvard Crimson, having noticed the poetry tree on a walk along the Charles. You can read the full text of the article here.
Month: October 2014
The Map by Elizabeth Bishop
The Map Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of long sea-weeded ledges where weeds hang to the simple blue from green. Or does the land lean down to lift the sea from under, drawing it unperturbed around itself? Along the fine […]
Continue reading →XXXII by Emily Dickenson
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; 5 And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I ’ve heard it in […]
Continue reading →The Moose by Elizabeth Bishop
The Moose Elizabeth Bishop, 1911 – 1979 For Grace Bulmer Bowers From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea twice a day and takes the herrings long rides, where if the river enters or retreats in a wall of brown foam depends on […]
Continue reading →Summer’s Elegy by Howard Nemerov
Summer’s Elegy by Howard Nemerov Day after day, day after still day, The summer has begun to pass away. Starlings at twilight fly clustered and call, And branches bend, and leaves begin to fall. The meadow and the orchard grass are mown, And the meadowlark’s house is cut down. The little lantern bugs have doused […]
Continue reading →Wind and Silver by Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell Wind and Silver Greatly shining, The Autumn moon floats in the thin sky; And the fish-ponds shake their back and flash their dragon scales As she passes over them
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