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25 December 2024
Poem of the Week 2024/52
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On Christmas With footstep slow, in furry pall yclad, His brows enwreathed with holly never-sear, Old Christmas comes, to close the...
18 December 2024
Poem of the Week: 2024/51
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The Faery Chasm No fiction was it of the antique age: \A sky-blue stone, within this sunless cleft, Is of the very foot-marks unbereft Which...
11 December 2024
Poem of the Week 2024/50
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Ozymandias I met a traveler from an antique land Who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . near them, on th...
04 December 2024
Poem of the Week 2024/49
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Worship Service In a snowfall that obscures the winter grasses a white heron – using his own form to hide himself away. – Kigen Dog...
27 November 2024
Poem of the Week 2024/48
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The Dimensions of the Milky Way (Discovered by Harlow Shapley, 1918) Behind the men's dorm at dusk on a late May evening, Carver lo...
20 November 2024
Poem of the Week 2024/47
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Dead The Winter is her lover now, A brilliant one and bold; And she has gone away from me, Estranged and white and cold. He painted ...
13 November 2024
Poem of the Week 2024/46
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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...
06 November 2024
Poem of the Week 2024/45
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Our legions are brimful, our cause is ripe. The enemy increaseth every day; We, at the height, are ready to decline. There is a tide in the ...
30 October 2024
Poem of the Week 2024/44
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For Halloween week, two by Robert Herrick. The first: The Hag 1. The hag is astride, This night for to ride; The Devill and sh...
23 October 2024
Poem of the Week 2024/43
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Frost Therefore, lest this inclement friend should maim Your valued plants, plunge pots within a frame Sunk deep in sand or ashes to the rim...
16 October 2024
Poem of the Week 2024/42
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That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ...
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