The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

I hadn't intended to repeat a poet so soon, but here's Edna St Vincent Millay again, to close out April and the series of spring po...

Last night I was at the first performance given by the new ensemble Curious Flights , held at the Community Music Center in the Mission ...

As noted here and elsewhere , the last weekend in April has quite the abundance of performance possibilities; nonetheless, here are a few m...

This is Shakespeare's birthday (in 1564, and also his death day in 1616, so gear up for quadricentennial of that in three years). So her...

April 5, 1974 The air was soft, the ground still cold. In the dull pasture where I strolled Was something I could not believe. Dead gra...

San Francisco Performances announced their upcoming season today. Their offerings are varied and interesting and high-quality as usual (chec...

Sunday afternoon I went to First Congregational Church in Berkeley to hear Philharmonia Baroque 's performance of Handel's opera ...

The Pear Tree In this squalid, dirty dooryard    Where the chickens squawk and run, White, incredible, the pear tree    Stands apart, a...

This week let us praise the piebald: Pied Beauty     Glory be to God for dappled things --       For skies of couple-colour as a brinde...

Here, for the start of National Poetry Month, is the start of one of the great works of English poetry: Whan that Aprill with his shoures ...