There is a striking general verbal and tonal resemblance between Wordsworth's poem and Charlotte Smith's The ... I began it upon leaving T'intern , after crossing the Wye , and concluded it just as I was entering Bristol in the evening ...
"A treasury of favorite poems from the great poets."--From source other than the Library of Congress
I Speak of the City is the most extensive collection of poems ever assembled about New York.
A young girl learns much about her mother as she reads a collection of poems written before she was born that capture her mother's memories of living around the world and growing up as a child of an Air Force serviceperson.
In How Poems Get Made, acclaimed poet and critic James Longenbach answers this question by discussing a wide range of exemplary poems, from Shakespeare through Blake, Dickinson, and Moore, to a variety of poets making poems today.
Inspired by the love and marriage to his beloved wife of 59 years, Bonnie, Roland Peaslee, has recorded a lifetime of memories in this wonderful book of poetry.
Phillips's signature terse line and syntax enact this constant tension between abandon and control; following his impeccable interior logic, "passionately austere" (Rita Dove, The Washington Post Book World), Phillips plumbs the myths we ...
In 1988 the University of Arkansas Press published Billy Collins’s The Apple That Astonished Paris, his “first real book of poems,” as he describes it in a new, delightful preface written expressly for this new printing to help ...
" With excursions into the surreal, myth is made, lived or remade, as in “Philomela,” “Pegasus” and “The Feral Child.” This is an exquisite debut collection that rewards the mind and senses with its formal impetus and deft ...
So you fixate on the fantasy of an idealized love described so beautifully in Pablo Neruda's “Night on the Island. ... of truth: Maybe you did live that passionate night or two with someone you thought you'd be connected to forever—but ...
Under the hickory tree, Ben Bolt, Which stood at the foot of the hill, Together we've lain in the noonday shade, And listened to Appleton's mill. The mill-wheel has fallen to pieces, Ben Bolt, The rafters have tumbled in, ...