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Category Archives: Poetry
If you have a garden and a library you have everthing you need.–Cicero I’ve been doing a lot of walking in the Seattle area these past several days, while visiting my daughter and family. As a gardener back home in … Continue reading
I died for Beauty–but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth was lain In an adjoining room He questioned softly “Why I failed”? “For beauty”, I replied– “And I–for truth–Themself are One We brethren, are”, … Continue reading
I have always liked poetry and poets, in particular, because of their sensitivity to human experience. One poet I like a lot is Donald Hall, a giant among contemporary American poets, although he’s given up the craft, or as he … Continue reading
I’m sitting here in our sunroom, looking out this afternoon on our backyard, smothered with frost. We had our first snow cover a week ago, which came early to Kentucky. I’m a warm weather lover, and while those around me … Continue reading
I’ve been thinking about memorizing some of my favorite poems. I remember how in the fifth grade in Philly each of us had to take a chair beside our teacher’s desk when our time came and recite a poem of … Continue reading
Teach me to love all things, big and small; clean and dirty: the burr oak massive with age; the silent worm that threads the earth; my fellow beings, rich or poor, sung or unsung. Teach me to be patient, learning … Continue reading
We live busy lives and often it seems difficult to take time out, catch our breath, and maybe just reassess whether what we’re chasing is worth our time and worry. In a frenetic world, we probably all have a favorite … Continue reading
I have always liked the poetry of Christina Rossetti, Victorian England’s foremost female poet. Poetry ran in her genes. Her maternal grandfather had been a poet and translator; and, of course, so was her more famous brother, Dante Gabriel … Continue reading