Category Archives: Poetry

Here Comes Poor Johnny

The standard interpretation of Milton’s sonnet “When I consider how my light is spent” argues that the poet is speaking about his blindness, a loss that torments him to the point of considering suicide, but he lacks the “talent” to … Continue reading

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altogether elsewhere

Is writing a form of exile? What I mean by this question is whether writing is an act of reconciling oneself with what is lost either through life’s experiences, a trauma of loss, or that one writes because he or … Continue reading

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The Divided God

How can I live without you, how forgo Thy sweet converse and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild woods forlorn? Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never … Continue reading

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Thirty-One Athens Street

In continuing with April is National Poetry Month, I’d like to introduce to William Alfred (16 August 1922 – 20 May 1999). Alfred was not a poet, but a friend of poets, a playwright and a beloved figure, a truly … Continue reading

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Mayhem in the Margins

April is National Poetry Month. This hilarious article about medieval monks and marginalia is a distant yet familiar reminder about the hard work that writing involves. No matter the language, time period, or culture, the act of writing has always … Continue reading

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What does the hawk see?

Poetry is almost always spoken of or presented as elitist. Prose has more rope and loopholes, but Poetry must be a well-designed mousetrap. There are lofty discussions of ‘Where does the poem come from?’ A typical answer might be that … Continue reading

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Look, let us stop for love

Mira, vamos a salir Mira, vamos a salir de tanto ser tú y ser yo. Deja tu cuerpo dormido, deja mi cuerpo a tu lado, déjalos. … Vamos a probarnos árboles; dos árboles que aunque tengan muy apartados los troncos, … Continue reading

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