Tag: Poetry Friday

I had so much fun reading Sara’s post a few days ago — because I’m in the process of renewing my visa to stay…

My novel, dear people, is kicking my behind, so I’m going to have to send you over to Miss Rumphius’ Poetry Stretch to see…

In our family, we never wanted anything to end, so we made a… “rule.” It was your birthday until the cake was all gone….

Edward Lear was just a little bit insane, as many painter-poets seem to be (Lewis Carroll, anyone? Dr. Seuss?). Lit theorists point out that…

It’s a Dickinson Day, which means that it’s a day for a poem that is compact and concise and full of a quiet passion….

(Poetry is song in meter.How can I keep from singing?) Let America Be America Againby Langston Hughes Let America be America again.Let it be…

“Success is counted sweetest,” Emily Dickinson says, “by those who ne’er succeed.” I always assume she means that this is because the one who…

A couple of years ago, I was really excited to meet Our Jane Yolen in person. Okay, yes, I didn’t actually meet her; I…

Epigrams are like the graffiti of the poetic world. They’re not generally more than four lines with varying rhyme schemes, and the only real…

Today I pulled out one of my college texts, a Heath Anthology of American Literature. (One semester for some reason we strayed from the…