Love and taxes, grief and loss. This can be a tough time of year. Read Laura Kasischke's wonderful poem and put…
‘We’re going to see the rabbit’ We are going to see the rabbit. We are going to see the rabbit.…
We pay through the nose for subjecting of foes. Abroad we're defeated, at home, we 're cheated. The ides of…
In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men,…
Epitaph on a Tyrant Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy…
What Kinds of Times are These by Adrienne Rich There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass…
A Facebook friend wanted some crowd-sourcing help for a piece she was editing. Her query asked readers to end the…
The Journey by Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices…
Subway Rush Hour by Langston Hughes Mingled breath and smell so close mingled black and white so near no room…
The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.…
Coming by Philip Larkin On longer evenings, Light, chill and yellow, Bathes the serene Foreheads of houses. A thrush sings,…
Here's another wonderful old chestnut: Sea Fever by John Masefield I must go down to the seas again, to the…
"Fool and scoundrel guide the State." That's true enough. In the early 1930's when this was written speeding traffic on…
Stalin’s Heirs by Yevgeny Yevtushenko Mute was the marble. Mutely glimmered the glass. Mute stood the sentries, bronzed by the…
If you went to school in the UK anytime in the last sixty years then you will probably be familiar…