First Known When Lost

I recently stumbled across a movie that I hadn't seen in years:   Foreign Correspondent , which was directed by Alfred Hitchcock.  Altho...

One of the beguiling features of both the Elizabethan poets and the Cavalier poets of the early seventeenth century is their charm.  They li...

This afternoon I walked down an alley of trees, beneath a canopy of leaves. Shadows and sunlight shifted back and forth on the ground as the...

Yearning is one of the defining characteristics of the poems written by the Decadent poets of the 1890s.  I will state at the outset that I ...

The arrival of poetic moods is a funny thing.  In this part of the world, we are in the midst of a summer-like week:  all is bright and warm...

Growing up in Minnesota, my earliest images of excursions outside of the city were of lakes and cornfields.  Corn was emblematic of the farm...

My recent preoccupation with "voices" or "intimations" from the World may leave me open to charges of wishful thinking. ...

I'd like to stay a moment with the subject of my previous post:  voices from the World.  Although I used the word "voices," I ...

I have written before about the impassivity and reticence of the World.  If someone tells you that they "hear voices," you are lik...

I am fond of perusing poetry anthologies -- the older the better.  As I have mentioned before, individual poems are more important than indi...