*shakes dust off of blog* Finnegans Wake (1939) riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings… READ MORE
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The Beautiful Changes One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On… READ MORE
Recalling War Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man… READ MORE
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I Looked Up from My Writing I looked up from my writing, And gave a start to see, As… READ MORE
My favorite poem, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” turns 100 this month. I first read T.S. Eliot in… READ MORE
XLVII. “On a terribly clear day…” On a terribly clear day, A day that made you wish you’d worked very… READ MORE
Morning Song Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry… READ MORE
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My “Topics in Romanticism” course met last Thursday evening for the first time this semester. Since we convene only once a week, I decided we… READ MORE
This one hits very close to home this weekend . . . The Prelude Book One Introduction—Childhood and School-Time [.… READ MORE