William Wordsworth Poems A Night Thought A Night Piece A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal A Wren’s Nest Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been Goody Blake and Harry Gill Intimations of Immortality I Travelled Among Unknown Men I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud It Is A Beauteous Evening Lines Written in Early Spring […]
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Poetry Prompt: Women Are Dancing
Join author Callie Feyen for Women’s History Month, as she writes about two women and Aretha Franklin who gave her a little sparkle in the dark.
“The Ballad of the Foxhunter” by WB Yeats
< Return to All WB Yeats The Ballad of the Foxhunter “Now lay me in a cushioned chair “And carry me, you four, “With cushions here and cushions there, “To see the world once more. “And some one from the stables bring “My Dermot dear and brown, “And lead him gently in a ring, “And […]
Looking for the Poetry in Vermeer, a Blockbuster of an Art Exhibition
The Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam is exhibiting the largest number of paintings ever assembled by Johannes Vermeer. You’re invited to write a poem to join in.
An Updated Take on Keats’s Odes by Anahid Nersessian
“Keats’s Odes: A Lover’s Discourse” by Anahid Nersessian looks at the poet’s six great idea through a feminist/Marxist lens.
In Praise of Small Museums
London is famous for great museums, but it is the small museums, like one for Charles Dickens, that will steal your heart.
Poet Laura: Sideways on a Boat — on Snafus and Haiku
Tweetspeak’s Poet Laura, Dheepa R. Maturi, finds humor, solace and haiku in the wake of a sinking boat and tragedy avoided.
The Early Poetry of Langston Hughes
In his early poetry, Langston Hughes told the stories and experiences of Black people for both adults and children.
“The Meditation of the Old Fisherman” by WB Yeats
< Return to All WB Yeats The Meditation of the Old Fisherman You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, Though you glow and you glance, though you purr and you dart; In the Junes that were warmer than these are, the waves were more gay, When I was a boy […]
“To an Isle in the Water” by WB Yeats
< Return to All WB Yeats To an Isle in the Water Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart. She carries in the dishes, And lays them in a row. To an isle in the water With her would I go. She carries in the candles, […]
“Ephemera” by WB Yeats
< Return to All WB Yeats Ephemera “Your eyes that once were never weary of mine “Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, “Because our love is waning.” And then she: “Although our love is waning, let us stand “By the lone border of the lake once more, “Together in that hour of gentleness “When […]
“The Indian to his Love” by WB Yeats
< Return to All WB Yeats The Indian to his Love The island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop tranquillity; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot sways upon a tree, Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea. Here we will moor our lonely ship And wander ever with […]
Poetry Prompt: Queen Bees and the Poetry Question
Can you make poetry out of painful moments in your life? Join queen bees and author Callie Feyen as she (and Miley Cyrus) show you how.
Poet Laura: Embracing Guilty Pleasures: an Ode to Chocolate
This week our Poet Laura, Dheepa R. Maturi, hands you a permission slip to revel in simple (and complex) pleasures like chocolate.
“The Sad Shepherd” by WB Yeats
<Return to All WB Yeats The Sad Shepherd There was a man whom Sorrow named his friend, And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming, Went walking with slow steps along the gleaming And humming sands, where windy surges wend: And he called loudly to the stars to bend From their pale thrones and comfort […]
“The Song of the Happy Shepherd” by WB Yeats
<Return to All WB Yeats The Song of the Happy Shepherd The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Gray Truth is now her painted toy; Yet still she turns her restless head: But O, sick children of the world, Of all the many […]
“To Ireland in the Coming Times” by WB Yeats
<Return to All WB Yeats To Ireland in the Coming Times Know, that I would accounted be True brother of that company, Who sang to sweeten Ireland’s wrong, Ballad and story, rann and song; Nor be I any less of them, Because the red-rose-bordered hem Of her, whose history began Before God made the angelic […]
“The Two Trees” by WB Yeats
<Return to All WB Yeats The Two Trees Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet […]
“The Man Who Dreamed of Faeryland” by WB Yeats
<Return to All WB Yeats The Man Who Dreamed of Faeryland He stood among a crowd at Drumahair; His heart hung all upon a silken dress, And he had known at last some tenderness, Before earth made of him her sleepy care; But when a man poured fish into a pile, It seemed they raised […]
“To the Rose upon the Rood of Time” by WB Yeats
<Return to All WB Yeats To the Rose upon the Rood of Time Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide; The Druid, gray, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed, Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold; And thine own sadness, […]