First Known When Lost

"You're only as old as you feel."  Well, yes.  Like most old saws, this statement is probably true.  As it relates to one'...

Here is a sobering and, perhaps, tristful thought:  what will an idle browser think of your life as he or she peruses the items in your esta...

I first encountered the word "bourne" in the title of a poem by Christina Rossetti.  I had no idea what it meant, but I immediatel...

Is it possible to look at yourself objectively?  To see yourself for who you are?  Speaking for myself, I have my doubts.  Still, I like to ...

By happenstance I have lived beside salt water since the age of eleven:  the Pacific Ocean (to the west, with the exception of one year in J...

Today I saw a tall white and grey thunderhead moving across a blue sky.  It was a lovely sight.  I felt peaceful looking at it.  It is nice ...

The following poem was written by Charlotte Mew when the enormity of the First World War had begun to sink in, particularly after the First ...

Charlotte Mew was unlucky in love, and this is often reflected (obliquely) in her poetry.  One senses the depth of her disappointment, but s...

In the Elizabethan Age, what people longed for was "content" (as in "contentment"), not happiness.  This makes perfect s...

Thomas Hardy was born on this date 173 years ago.  The year 1840 seems to belong to a long-lost world.  Wordsworth was still alive and writi...