First Known When Lost

The angled, honey-yellow afternoon light has taken on the aspect of autumn, and the shadows of trees have begun to lengthen across the eveni...

Last week I took an afternoon walk on a warm, breezy, cloudless day. At times I paused beneath the trees, looking upward, listening to the l...

Recently, as I walked abroad on a sunny afternoon, it occurred to me that I had not read "Adlestrop" in quite some time.  I have n...

I recently read the following haiku by Bashō: a dragonfly vainly trying to settle onto a blade of grass Bashō (1644-1694) (translated by Mak...

In my previous post, we visited my favorite April poem: Patrick Kavanagh's " Wet Evening in April. "  A poem haunted by melanc...

I'm certain I'm not the only young man or woman whose budding interest in poetry was quickened by happening upon the following lines...

I am an escapist.  The past month I've spent a great deal of time in 17th century Japan in the company of Gensei, a Buddhist monk-poet, ...

As I have noted here before, a poem that has moved us remains with us, and can return at any time, unexpectedly and unaccountably. Last nigh...

Recently I've been spending time with The Oxford Book of Greek Verse in Translation .  Published in 1938, and edited by T. F. Higham and...

Last week the first crocuses appeared: two clumps of light purple, dark purple, and white flowers in the muddy far corner of a neighbor'...