Category Archives: Poetry or Lyrics

The Need of Being Versed in Country Things By Robert Frost The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of the house that stood, Like a pistil after the petals go. The barn opposed across the way, That would have joined the house inContinue reading “Robert Frost: The Need of Being Versed in Country Things”

2020 has pretty much been a wasteland — uncharted territory marked everywhere with signs of death and the potential for despair. When T.S. Eliot wrote “The Wasteland” (edited by his friend Ezra Pound) 100 years ago in the early 1920s, Europe was such a place — lying in waste, devastated by the horrors and destructionContinue reading “T.S. Eliot: …the dead tree gives no shelter”

Morning Poem by Mary Oliver Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches — and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands of summer lilies. If it is yourContinue reading “Mary Oliver: Morning Poem”

• “…these were Heavenly” by Wendell Berry The painter Harlan Hubbard said that he was painting Heaven when the places he painted merely were the Campbell or the Trimble County banks of the Ohio, or farms and hills where he had worked or roamed a house’s gable and roofline rising from a fold in theContinue reading “Wendell Berry: …these were Heavenly”

A Better Resurrection By Christina Rossetti I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numb’d too much for hopes or fears; Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with grief No everlasting hills I see; My life is in the fallingContinue reading “Christina Rossetti: A Better Resurrection”