First Known When Lost

I often feel that I have spent most of my life sleepwalking or daydreaming.  Asleep at the switch.  Nearly everything has escaped me.  But e...

Do we grow wiser with age?  Well, let's not get too carried away.  Speaking for myself, the only piece of wisdom that I can provisionall...

Ah, spring!  Season of timelessness and transience, hope and heartbreak, arrivals and departures.  The story of our life in a few swift week...

Tomorrow will be the 100th anniversary of the death of Edward Thomas at the Battle of Arras.  In 1917, April 9 fell on Easter Monday. Thom...

My favorite poems from The Greek Anthology are the epitaphs and the elegies.  The best of them combine graceful, noble simplicity with deepl...

A few months ago, I discovered a lovely and moving poem.  I have a little story to tell about how this discovery came about, but the poem it...

As long-time (and much-appreciated!) readers of this blog may recall, one of my oft-repeated precepts regarding poetry is this:  It is the i...

Earlier this week I saw the first crocuses of the year:  white and purple (three white inner petals; three pale purple outer petals) set wit...

A certain segment of the American population has worked itself into quite a tizzy over our new political state of affairs.  How can I tell? ...