Books in flight in San Francisco’s ‘Language of the Birds’ sculpture takes the charge to paint poetry in the public square quite literally.
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Literary Tour: The Beat Museum, North Beach, San Francisco
Discover Kerouac, Ginsberg and more with a visit to the Beat Museum in San Francisco’s North Beach.
Mischief Cafe: San Francisco and Trouble Coffee
From mind-reading cat ears, to Trouble Coffee in two locations, the San Francisco Mischief Café is full of adjustments.
Amazing San Francisco Street Art. What’s Your Expression?
Walk with us through the streets of San Francisco. See the amazing street art. And choose your expression.
Literary Tours: Muir Woods National Monument, San Francisco
In today’s literary tour, hike the Muir Woods National Monument in northern California with Dolly Lee.
Literary Tour: Georgia O’Keeffe and Lake George at San Francisco’s DeYoung Museum
The exhibit suggested Georgia O’Keeffe painted to make the intangible, such as her feelings, more tangible.
Literary Tour: Thoreau Center for Sustainability in San Francisco’s the Presidio
A seed of serendipity led us to the Cafe Rx, located inside the Thoreau Center for Sustainability in the Presidio, a national park set in San Francisco, California.
Top Ten Tweets (and a thousand other things) from Poetry at Work Day
From newsrooms to libraries, from the Scottish parliament to the coffee shop, Poetry at Work Day was celebrated around the world. Here are our highlights.
Literary Tour: Alcatraz
I realize the children of Alcatraz prison staff once played on one end of the island and rode a ferry to San Francisco to attend school.
This Week’s Top Ten Poetic Picks
San Francisco in toothpicks, getting Beowulf wrong, everything Emily Dickinson ever wrote on. It’s this week’s Top 10 Poetic Picks.
Poets and Poems: Tania Pryputniewicz and “The Fool in the Corn”
In “The Fool in the Corn: Poems,” Tania Pryputniewicz comes to terms with her unusual childhood and how it’s shaped her life.
Flowers of California: California Poppy
Tania Runyan writes a pantoum, a winding homage to the cups of sun and gold known as the California poppy in her Flowers of California series.
50 States of Generosity: California
We continue our 50 States of Generosity series with a focus on California and the all-American fabric produced there: denim.
“Good Hours” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems Good Hours I had for my winter evening walk— No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages in a row Up to their shining eyes in snow. And I thought I had the folk within: I had the sound of a violin; I had […]
“The Wood-pile” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Wood-pile Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day I paused and said, “I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther—and we shall see.” The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot went down. The view was all in […]
“The Self-seeker” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Self-seeker “Willis, I didn’t want you here to-day: The lawyer’s coming for the company. I’m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.” “With you the feet have nearly been the soul; And if you’re going to sell them to […]
“The Fear” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Fear A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their lurching shadows on a house Near by, all dark in every glossy window. A horse’s hoof pawed once the hollow floor, And the back of the gig […]
“The Housekeeper” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Housekeeper I let myself in at the kitchen door. “It’s you,” she said. “I can’t get up. Forgive me Not answering your knock. I can no more Let people in than I can keep them out. I’m getting too old for my size, I tell them. My fingers […]
“The Generations of Men” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Generations of Men A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come together. And those of the name Stark gathered in Bow, A rock-strewn town where farming has fallen off, And sprout-lands flourish where the axe has […]
“The Code” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems The Code There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always lifted toward the west Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a perpetual dagger Flickering across its bosom. Suddenly One helper, thrusting pitchfork in the ground, […]