Join Claire Haidar as the beach umbrella among little bottles of suntan lotion (or, the grownup in the toddler swim class) in this delightful cross-generational story.
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From Artist’s Way to Museum Art Camp
Donna Falcone joined our Artist’s Way book club on a whim—and wrote down a dream. Six years later, a beautiful, unexpected thing has occurred.
Children’s Book Club: “Toasting Marshmallows: Camping Poems”
S’more time! Join us for a Children’s Book Club discussion of a collection of camping poems called ‘Toasting Marshmallows’ by Kristine O’Connell George.
Reader, Come Home: October’s Pages
Come learn the secrets of being a deep reader with Megan Willome. And share your October pages for our monthy Reader, Come Home column.
Difficult Conversations: Mind the Whales
We continue our book club discussion of Difficult Conversations with an exploration of the Feelings Conversation— accompanied by a humorous and thoughtful look at Claire Trévien’s “Whales.”
A Story in Every Soul: Bharath Natyam Dance Step by Step
Dheepa R. Maturi shares her experience with Bharath Natyam dance and how a story by E.M. Forster stirs hope.
Read Like a Writer: C.E. Morgan’s Personification Technique in “All the Living”
In the latest Read Like a Writer column, Charlotte Donlon explores the use of personification technique to bring words to life.
William Butler Yeats Arts and Experience Library
Enjoy these famous William Butler Yeats poems in a beautiful setting. Click through for poem texts, beautiful art, music, fun illustrations, and videos! Poems A Cradle Song A Dream of a Blessed Spirit A Dream of Death Aedh’s Wishes, with poetry prompt Down by the Salley Gardens Ephemera The Ballad of Father O’Hart The Ballad […]
“When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, […]
John Keats Arts & Experience Library
Poems A Party of Lovers A Song About Myself A Song of Opposites Addressed to the Same After Dark Vapors Have Oppressed Our Plains Apollo to the Graces Bright Star Faery Songs Fancy Fill For Me a Brimming Bowl Galloway Song Happy is England Hither, Hither, Love Hymn to Apollo I Had a Dove […]
“Night,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems Night The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower, In heaven’s high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night. Farewell, green fields and happy groves, […]
Reader, Come Home: September’s Pages
Do you deep read? Or has your reading entered the danger zone? Come learn the secrets of being a deep reader with Megan Willome. Share your September pages. And, come home.
By Hand: By Heart—”Ulysses”
By Hand is a monthly prompt focused on freeing our words by using our hands. This month, Megan Willome shares the connection between our hands and our hearts as we prepare to launch By Heart in October.
“The Clod and the Pebble,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The CLOD & the PEBBLE Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease. And builds a Heaven in Hells despair. So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattles’ feet: But a Pebble of the brook, Warbled […]
“London,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems London I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames doth flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man, In every infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I […]
“The Tyger,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Tyger Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes! On what wings dare he aspire! What the hand, dare seize the fire! And what […]
“The Garden of Love,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Garden of Love I went to the Garden of Love. And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And Thou shalt not. writ over the door; […]
“The Human Abstract,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Human Abstract Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be, If all were as happy as we; And mutual fear brings peace; Till the selfish loves increase. Then Cruelty knits a snare, And spreads his baits with care. […]
“The Lamb,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Lamb Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the stream & o’er the mead: Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing; woolly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice: Little Lamb […]
“The School Boy,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The School Boy I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the sky-lark sings with me. O! what sweet company. But to go to school in a summer morn O: it drives all joy away; […]