First Known When Lost

A. S. J. Tessimond's suggestion in " One Almost Might " that we attend to the present moment reminded me of a poem by Elizabet...

In the following poem, A. S. J. Tessimond (1902-1962) suggests that we should approach things at a different angle from that proposed by Wel...

Weldon Kees was born in Beatrice, Nebraska in 1914.  In July of 1955, his abandoned car was found near the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francis...

I have previously noted this conundrum:  Is the world going to Hell in the proverbial handbasket, or is the belief that this is so simply a ...

Although the following poem by Michael Longley has a list at its physical center, it is far, far more than a "list poem."  The sub...

The fields that I pass through on my daily walk are now full of deep-green wild grasses -- things are no longer matted and tangled and grey....

My knowledge of the poetry of W. S. Graham (1918-1986) is limited to what I have encountered here and there in anthologies.  I recently came...

Now, on sunny afternoons, the peaceful drone of lawn mowers can be heard in the distance.  The scent of freshly-cut grass arrives on the bre...

Michael Longley is a master of listing.  He has said:  "nothing remains ordinary if you look at it for long enough."  In the follo...

The following poem is one of Robert Graves's best-known poems -- at any rate, it seems to pop up in anthologies quite a bit.  It shows t...