<Return to All WB Yeats The White Birds I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee; And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky, Has […]
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“When You Are Old” by WB Yeats
<Return to All WB Yeats When You Are Old When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And […]
“The Pity of Love” by WB Yeats
<Return to All WB Yeats The Pity of Love A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love: The folk who are buying and selling The clouds on their journey above The cold wet winds ever blowing And the shadowy hazel grove Where mouse-gray waters are flowing Threaten the head that I […]
“The Lake Isle of Innisfree” by WB Yeats
<Return to All WB Yeats The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have […]
“The Rose of the World” by WB Yeats
<Return to All WB Yeats The Rose of the World Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no new wonder may betide, Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam, And Usna’s children died. We and the laboring world are passing by: Amid […]
Poetry Prompt: Name the Hard
What do you do when learning something is difficult? Join Callie Feyen as she learns a lesson from her daughter on how to name the hard.
The Honey Field-1
Read the first installment in a delightful new serial novel by Mildred’s Garden author Laura Boggess. Then check back every two weeks for more!
Poetry Prompt: We’re Going On A Poetry Hunt – Part 1
New to poetry and unsure how to begin? Come along on a poetry treasure hunt. You’re sure to be inspired!
Poet Laura: New Year, New Lists
Dheepa R. Maturi, Poet Laura, ushers in the new year with a thoughtful perspective on resolutions and new year list-making.
Hidden, or Ignored, by History: “Afro-Creole Poetry” by Clint Bruce
With the poetry collection “Afro-Creole Poetry,” Clint Bruce opens a forgotten, or ignored, chapter in American history and poetry.
Perspective: The Two, The Only: Calvin and Hobbes
With a new year on the horizon, Megan Willome is off for a fresh clean start and a little exploring. By sled, of course.
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.
Poetry Prompt: Response Poetry
Instead of arguing on social media, join author Callie Feyen as she explores response poetry. With help from poet Dave Malone.
Video: Earth Song: A Nature Poems Experience—Enchanting!
Get ready to be enchanted by this nature poems video, created especially for Earth Song: A Nature Poems Experience. We’d love to read a poem you write, inspired by your favorite moment!
Poets and Poems: Angela Alaimo O’Donnell and “Holy Land”
For poet Angela Alaimo O’Donnell, “Holy Land” has many definitions, encompassing not only the geographic but also those of lived experience.
Poetry Prompt: Haiku for Stress
Haiku is best in times of stress. Callie Feyen teaches participants in an Advent workshop—and us—to write How to Wait haiku.
Poets and Poems: Andrea Potos and “Her Joy Becomes”
In “Her Joy Becomes,” poet Andrea Potos invites the reader into her mind and her heart to experience what her mother meant to her.
Children’s Book Club: ‘Queen Elizabeth II: A Little Golden Book Biography’
Have you been looking for a picture book about Queen Elizabeth II’s legacy? Little Golden Books has got you covered.
“Modern Love” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats Modern Love And what is love? It is a doll dress’d up For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle; A thing of soft misnomers, so divine That silly youth doth think to make itself Divine by loving, and so goes on Yawning and doting a whole summer long, Till […]
“I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those […]