First Known When Lost

Virtually nothing is known about the Greek poet Praxilla, who, it is conjectured, lived in the middle of the Fifth Century, B. C.  Of her po...

"Yet still the unresting castles thresh."  This line by Philip Larkin came to me a few days ago as I walked through a grove of tre...

Here are the opening lines of a poem to which we shall return in a moment: I live still, to love still      Things quiet and unconcerned, --...

Here is one way of looking at how we abide in the world: "Experience, already reduced to a group of impressions, is ringed round for ea...

Once again, dear readers, it is time to return to my favorite poem of April.  Discovering a poem we love is a wonderful thing, but even more...

Given the situation in which the world now finds itself, I had thought to descant upon the folly and evil of self-appointed emperors and the...

I am content to live my life in accordance with certain truisms.  For instance: Human nature has never changed, and never will .  And one of...

My afternoon walk takes me through a grove of pines.  Beside a turning of the path is a small group of bushes, sheltered beneath the boughs ...