The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor, No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e'en an Outcast's Pi...

The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none – Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one. – Emily Dickinson Beauty: it...

An Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land. – Emily Dickinson The brevity of this poem – bare...

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period – When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields ...

Four trees – upon a solitary Acre – Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action – Maintain – The Sun – upon a Morning meets them – The Wind ...

The only Ghost I ever saw Was dressed in Mechlin – so – He wore no sandal on his foot – And stepped like flakes of snow – His Gait – wa...

Doom is the House without the Door – 'Tis entered from the Sun – And then the Ladder's thrown away, Because Escape – is done – ...

National Poetry Month begins tomorrow, but we're getting a jump on it with this poem, which begins the theme for this month: poets writi...

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives...

The San Francisco Performances season opened last Thursday with an all-American recital by Stephanie Blythe. I think everyone there had an ...