< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXVIII. I Know A Place Where Summer Strives I know a place where summer strives With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies back, Recording briefly, “Lost.” But when the south wind stirs the pools And struggles in the lanes, Her heart misgives her for her […]
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The Poetry Chapbooks of Red Ceilings Press
Red Ceilings Press publishes small, beautiful poetry chapbooks by UK-resident authors and free eBook chapbooks by others.
“Thunderclap” by Laura Cumming: A Memoir of Art and Life
Art critic Laura Cumming layers Dutch history, family memoir and a little known explosion in her book on a single painting, “Thunderclap.”
VII. “Wild nights!” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems VII. Wild nights! Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds To a heart in port, — Done with the compass, Done with the chart. Rowing in Eden! Ah! the sea! Might I but moor To-night in thee! -Emily Dickinson […]
V. “Going to Him” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems V. Going to Him THE LETTER. “Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him — Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun out. Tell him just how the fingers hurried, Then how they waded, slow, slow, […]
XXII. “The Bustle of a House” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXII. The Bustle of a House The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth, — The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity. -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic Representations of “The Bustle […]
Finding Poetry—An Interview with Poet Rick Maxson
Over a lifetime, Rick Maxon found poetry—even though he began by writing “horrible poems” (as he says) and even though he originally felt perplexed when trying to read poems.
How to Make a Poetry Mandala
Making a poetry mandala can be a centering activity that helps you memorize beautiful lines that guide or enrich your life.
Poet Laura: Goodbye—and Hello!
Dheepa R. Maturi bids farewell as 2023’s Poet Laura while she announces and welcomes her successor for 2024. Find out who takes up the feather and where you can find Dheepa in the year to come.
From A to Z, the Abecedarian Isn’t Just for Chaucer—Poetry Prompt!
Get your Medieval Vibes on and craft an abecedarian poem. How is this A-Z poem different from an acrostic? Read on to find out. Plus try the poetry prompt.
Poetry Club: Coffee Shop Collage—”Do the Shells Still Hear”
You’re invited to the poetry club, with our new adventure: Coffee Shop Collage. Bring an Every Day Poems line, and come make poetry collage!
Poet Laura: I Surrender
Writer Dheepa R. Maturi enters a hard period in life, and it strongly blocks her writing. But then she finds a surprising way through. You could, too.
“To A Butterfly” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems To A Butterfly Stay near me—do not take thy flight! A little longer stay in sight! Much converse do I find I thee, Historian of my infancy ! Float near me; do not yet depart! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring’st, gay creature as thou art! A solemn […]
“The World Is Too Much With Us” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems The World Is Too Much With Us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to […]
“The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand The stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand, And, haply, there the spirits of the blest Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest; Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand, A habitation marvellously planned, For life to occupy in love and […]
“The Solitary Reaper” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did […]
“Surprised By Joy” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems Surprised By Joy Surprised by joy — impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport–Oh! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find? Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind– But how could I forget thee? Through […]
“London 1812” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems London 1812 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise […]
“Composed Upon Westminster Bridge” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems Composed Upon Westminster Bridge Earth has not any thing to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, […]
Poet Laura: A Tribute to Laura Barkat—and All the Other “Lauras”
One of the Poet Laura’s tasks each year is to write poems about Lauras. This month, Dheepa R. Maturi pays tribute to the special Lauras who bring light to the world.