I will to the King, And offer him consolation in his trouble, For that man there has set his teeth to die, And being one that hates obedience, Discipline, and orderliness of life, I cannot mourn him. Understanding “S. I.…
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I Sing the Body Electric
I Sing the Body Electric By Walt Whitman 1 I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,…
Sunday Morning
Welcome, aspiring poets and literary enthusiasts, to a captivating journey into one of modernism’s most profound and beautiful poems, Wallace Stevens’ “Sunday Morning.” This masterpiece invites us to ponder life’s deepest questions, challenging traditional views of spirituality and finding wonder…
The Hollow Men
The Hollow Men By T. S. Eliot Mistah Kurtz‑he dead A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper…
Ash Wednesday
By T. S. Eliot I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope I no longer strive towards such things…
The Lotos-Eaters
Welcome, fellow explorers of words, to a journey into one of Alfred Tennyson’s most captivating poems, “The Lotos-Eaters.” Prepare to be transported to a mysterious island where time seems to stand still and the call of duty fades into a…
Diving Into the Wreck
Diving Into the Wreck By Adrienne Rich First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife blade, I put on the body armor of black rubber, the absurd flippers, the grave…
A River
In Madurai, city of temples and poets, who sang of cities and temples, every summer a river dries to a trickle in the sand, baring the sand ribs, straw and women’s hair clogging the water gates at the rusty bars…
The Soul Has Bandaged Moments
The Soul has Bandaged Moments – When too appalled to stir – She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stops to look at her – Salute her – with long fingers – Caress her freezing hair – Sip, Goblin,…
Nameless Pain
By Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard I should be happy with my lot: A wife and mother, is it not Enough for me to be content? What other blessing could be sent? A quiet house and homely ways, That make each…
Pandemania
Pandemania There are fewer introductions In plague years, Hands held back, jocularity No longer bellicose, Even among men. Breathing’s generally wary, Labored, as they say, when The end is at hand. But this is the everyday intake Of the imperceptible…
A Helpmeet for Him
Woman was made for man’s delight, Charm, O woman! Be not afraid! His shadow by day, his moon by night, Woman was made. Her strength with weakness is overlaid; Meek compliances veil her might; Him she stays, by whom she…
Under the Harvest Moon
Welcome, fellow explorers of language and meaning, to a journey into the heart of a truly evocative poem. Today, our focus is on Carl Sandburg’s “Under the Harvest Moon,” a piece that, despite its brevity, offers profound insights into life’s…
Sonnet 90
Welcome, dear readers, to a journey into the heart of one of William Shakespeare’s profound sonnets. Today, we unravel the layers of “Sonnet 90,” a poem that explores the depths of human emotion and the strategic approach to enduring sorrow.…
Song of Solomon 3
Welcome, young scholars of literature, to a journey into one of the most beautiful and ancient love poems ever written! Today, we are going to explore a truly special piece, Song of Solomon 3. This chapter, nestled within a larger…
Reflections On Having Left a Place of Retirement
Welcome, dear readers, to a journey into the heart of poetry! Today, we are going to explore a truly thoughtful and moving poem that invites us to reflect on life’s big choices. It is a poem about finding peace, leaving…
The Pied Piper of Hamelin
The Pied Piper of Hamelin By Robert Browning Hamelin Town is in Brunswick, near the famous city of Hanover. The river Weser is deep and wide, and its banks are washed by the water on the southern side. It is…
Parsley
Parsley By Rita Dove The Cane Fields There is a parrot imitating spring in the palace, its feathers a parsley green. Out of the swamp the cane appears to haunt us, and we cut it down. The general searches for…
Faith Healing
Welcome, curious minds, to a fascinating journey into the heart of Philip Larkin’s poignant poem, “Faith Healing.” This powerful piece invites us to observe a scene of profound human hope and vulnerability, prompting us to reflect on what truly heals…
Let America Be America Again
Let America Be America Again By Langston Hughes Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never…