I love this piece by Marlowe, although it is not a stand alone piece, as all the others in this Classics series thus far have been; it’s an excerpt from one of his plays, Hero and Leander. What I love about this piece is the youthful hope, that for most of us has been destroyed, … Continue reading Classics: Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight?
This piece has many layers. Those who know Herrick and his contemporaries in the Renaissance know that poetry of the time fit into three categories: religion, politics, or sex. Herrick tended to fall into the later of those three more than any other despite having been a pastor early in his life. (A fact that … Continue reading Classics: To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
This is, I think, my father’s favorite poem and a personal favorite of mine as well. I don’t know if it was the images of trees breaking through the ruins I was thinking about when I was writing The Old Broken House With The Tree Growing Through It instead of sleeping last night or something … Continue reading Classics: The Road Not Taken
(Capel Manor Gardens, Enfield, England; photo credit: Christine Matthews) The old broken house With the tree growing through it Had an old oak wood floor And a roof with a split That let in the moonlight, The sunlight, and starshine, That perfectly highlighted A tree and it’s outline. The windows were shattered, The curtains hung … Continue reading The old broken house with the tree growing through it
Oh beard You do not know you’re a beard You think you’re a face and a normal chin But you’re not You’re a twatwaffle And the convenient cover Making sure I get what I need Bless your little heart You beard . . . . . . Inspired by Linsey and her brilliant insights into, … Continue reading Ode to My Beard
As strong as the literary influences have been recently, it seems that perhaps the thing to do is to share some of these much loved classics with you. With that in mind, I’m starting a new series I may occasionally post to called Classics. I don’t know exactly how this will all turn out, it’s … Continue reading Classics: Sonnets From the Portuguese
You who were nowhere For, oh, so very long Have come back to my life Awakening me with a song . A song with no intentions No promises and no lies When I read you I hear you And your words make me sigh . I smile at the mere thought of you At the … Continue reading Awakening