POETS Day! Talkin’ Chaucer at the Godsibbing Fense
Chaucer is assumed to have died in 1400…I say assumed, because there were no dates on his grave at Westminster until someone added them in 1566.
Chaucer is assumed to have died in 1400…I say assumed, because there were no dates on his grave at Westminster until someone added them in 1566.
Financially and domestically, promise and hope were dashed. The world did not unfold as hoped. He wrote several poems along the same lines
From what I’ve read, Hunt seems fun loving, blithe, and inconsiderate, but not malicious. Impish.
Young and tragic opens doors. Today he’s considered one of the greatest poets in the English language.
For those who want to take on Leviathan and raise hell about any and every thumb messing with and fouling up measurements, Godspeed.
All the references to Welsh habit, Welsh ways, all the references to Wales and Welshness.
It’s important to know that running on automatic, acting without thought is something we are capable of.
I found “Beauty Extoll’d” as an alternate title so I put it in brackets, but Hecht says “Gaze Not on Swans,” and Hecht is Anthony Hecht.
An adventuring war correspondent with a predilection for ladies of the night and a life-long love of dogs is endearing in our anti-hero age.
I tried to give the new poem an unbiased look, but was bothered in the first sentence. “Iridescence” doesn’t act. It’s an effect.
It’s true that he didn’t enjoy writing much of what he produced, but the needs of his growing family required it of him.
It is not known how “A Visit from St. Nicholas” came to be published in The Troy Sentinel in December of 1823.
John Clare’s reputation rises and falls. There are claimed instances of a revival, but dispersed over the years at regular intervals.
I’m reminded of the first principle of Imagism: “Direct treatment of the ‘thing’, whether subjective or objective.” Strip away everything, and there she is.
I’m not immune from the sort of self-flattery that arises when someone whose writing I respect enforces a gut felt but not fully considered opinion.
The trick to a good reading of most poetry seems to be in courting but not abusing suspension of disbelief.
The nose wiping comment has me thinking that Roman colloquialisms are beyond my ken, so I’m not reading as much into that as I could.
Muriel Spark runs right up to the edge of crossing formal sensibilities with little near heresies, but she never quite does.
They are as youthful as cool spring grass. They also have the defects of youth—youth’s impatience, unsophistication and immaturity.
If you correctly type “semillon” the first result is the Wikipedia page for Tolkien’s Silmarillion. Good for Tolkien, but bad for Sauternes and trimmed sauvignon blanc.