<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 […]
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“The Rose of Peace” by WB Yeats
<Return to All WB Yeats The Rose of Peace If Michael, leader of God’s host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven’s door-post He would his deeds forget. Brooding no more upon God’s wars In his Divine homestead, He would go weave out of the stars A chaplet for your […]
“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 […]
“Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” – An Old Poem, a New Artwork
A new edition of the cherished poem “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” by Thomas Gray is a work of art in itself.
“Women, Wine, and Snuff” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats Women, Wine, and Snuff Give me women, wine and snuff Until I cry out «hold, enough!» You may do so sans objection Till the day of resurrection; For bless my beard they aye shall be My beloved Trinity. -John Keats Enjoy Artistic Representations of “Women, Wine, and Snuff” by […]
“Where By Ye Going, You Devon Maid” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats Where By Ye Going, You Devon Maid When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high pil`d books, in charact’ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols […]
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!
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.
Poet Matthew Hollis Writes a Biography of “The Waste Land”
In “The Waste Land: A Biography of a Poem,” poet Matthew Hollis tells the story of how T.S. Eliot’s poem came to be.
An Invitation: To Be In Each Other’s Orbit
Join author Callie Feyen as she encourages us to build a sharing list to help us better orbit each other this holiday season.
Children’s Book Club: A Very Haunted Christmas
It’s a very haunted Christmas in “The Box of Delights” and “The Children of the Green Knowe.” The night is dark, but the kids are all right.
Good News—It’s Okay to Write a Plot Without Conflict
What makes a plot worthy of writing? Get past societal assumptions about stories, and write a great plot without conflict.
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!
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.
“To Ailsa Rock” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats To Ailsa Rock Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid! Give answer from thy voice, the sea-fowl’s screams! When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams! When, from the sun, was thy broad forehead hid? How long is ‘t since the mighty power bid Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom […]
“To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew From his lush clover covert;—when anew Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields: I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, A fresh-blown musk-rose; ’twas […]
“‘Tis the Witching Time of Night” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats ‘Tis the Witching Time of Night ‘Tis ” the witching time of night”, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen — For what listen they? For a song and for a charm, See they glisten in alarm, And […]
“Think of it not Sweet One” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats Think of it not Sweet One Think not of it, sweet one, so; Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayest, but bid it go Any, any where. Do not look so sad, sweet one, Sad and fadingly; Shed one drop then–It is gone– Oh! ’twas born to die. […]
“The Human Seasons” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats The Human Seasons Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he […]
“The Day is Gone (and All Its Sweets)” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats The Day is Gone (and All Its Sweets) The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone, Bright eyes, accomplished shape, and lang’rous waist! Faded the flower and all its budded charms, Faded […]