Poem: Thanatopsis | by William Cullen Bryant
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours… … Continue readingPoem: Thanatopsis | by William Cullen Bryant
Ulalume: A Ballad
What better way to usher in Halloween than to read a poem by the master of gothic horror—Edgar Allan Poe? … Continue readingUlalume: A Ballad
The Surprising Power of Piet Mondrian’s Lesser-Known Early Paintings
Approaching the age of twenty, Mondrian painted his most impressive painting to date. It was a still life of a dead hare. … Continue readingThe Surprising Power of Piet Mondrian’s Lesser-Known Early Paintings
Poem: Growing Old | Matthew Arnold
And feel but half, and feebly, what we feel: Deep in our hidden heart Festers the dull remembrance of a change, But no emotion -none. … Continue readingPoem: Growing Old | Matthew Arnold
Simon Armitage on Poetry as a Form of Dissent
From Poetry Foundation (Nov. 2011): The Guardian‘s John Harris takes up the subject of poetry in a recent installment of his national conversations series. A little predictably, he begins with the
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Rooftop Mural: A Canvas For Local Artists
From Investa shared by Zaeem Siddiqui, AUS: Melbourne artists Mayonaize and Kitt Bennett with a large-scale canvas for a transient piece of art which will emerge over the coming weeks
Four Connections Between Emily Dickinson and Franz Kafka
The fourth connection might be responsible for half of the world’s creativity… … Continue readingFour Connections Between Emily Dickinson and Franz Kafka
Oh, Sindh: A Poem By Murad Ali Shah Bukerai (Video)
“From the peaks of the hills to the shores of the sea, In the heart of every Sindhi, it’s love we see,” (Watch video song also). … Continue readingOh, Sindh: A Poem By Murad Ali Shah Bukerai (Video)
Poem: My Motherland is That Place
Javed Rahman: I will go back to that land again. The place where I was born. Away from this foreign strand. To the land whose loyalty I have sworn. … Continue readingPoem: My Motherland is That Place
Hungry Ghosts
The book is inspired by the Petavatthu, a Theravada Buddhist scripture that includes stories about the realm of the “hungry ghosts. … Continue readingHungry Ghosts
“Ghazal of Bones” By Ebuka Stephen
I heard the night feels lonely, too, when the birds choose to leave their nests. I feel the same way but only skin cuddles my bones. … Continue reading“Ghazal of Bones” By Ebuka Stephen
Poem: Goodbye
Goodbye your foulness you poisoned the airyour presence was rot your exit a prayer. Like the trash can may you be kicked down the streethistory won’t forgive and may future