Words from a broadcast marking the 20th Anniversary of the IRA Bombing in Manchester
Broom out the floor now, lay the fender by,And plant this bee-sucked bough of woodbine there,And let the window down. The butterflyFloats in upon the sunbeam, and the fairTanned face of June, the nomad gipsy, laughtsAbove her widespread wares,the while she tellsThe farmer’s fortunes in the fields, and quaffsThe water from the spider-peopled wells.The hedges […]
Still, still my eye will gaze long fixed on thee,Till I forget that I am called a man,And at thy side fast-rooted seem to be,And the breeze comes my cheek with thine to fan.Upon this craggy hill our life shall pass,A life of summer days and summer joys,Nodding our honey-bells mid pliant grassIn which the […]
Contributed by Jérôme Knebusch
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The Biennale Exemplaires is an occasion for exhibiting, showcasing, and highlighting the work produced by students and faculty at French-speaking fine art and design schools. It is also a venue for meeting and exchange, enriched by a symposium aligned with the research priorities…
Our discussion of Anglo-Saxon kennings inspired listener Paul Holler of Arlington Heights, Illinois, to write a lovely poem exploring the idea of the kenning sea-guest, meaning “sailor,” and what it means to be a guest of the sea and what that says about humans’ relationship with the sea, wildlife, and nature. His poem was published […]
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"Whitey on the Moon" is a spoken-word poem by Gil Scott-Heron published and set to music in 1970. It recounts the challenges of doctor bills, taxes and high rent for Black Americans at a time when the U.S. was spending billions to send astronauts to the moon and beat the Soviet Union during the Cold War space race.
"That song reminds me that, at that time, that community, which is very…
The first Day's Night had come—And grateful that a thingSo terrible—had been endured—I told my Soul to sing—She said her Strings were snapt—Her Bow—to Atoms blown—And so to mend her—gave me workUntil another Morn—And then—a Day as hugeAs Yesterdays in pairs,Unrolled its horror in my face—Until it blocked my eyes—My Brain—begun to laugh—I mumbled—like a […]
I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring,
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Oldest siblings can have a complicated relationship with their youngers. They may be separated by many years, or just one or two. They can be best friends or mortal enemies depending on the day. Siblings tend to fight and have conflict at an almost laughably high rate, and yet, in many cases, they are among the most meaningful relationships in a person's life.
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What makes poetry _poetry_? There are certain technical elements that a poem might include, like rhyme and meter, but plenty of poetry doesn't follow any structural rules.
Perhaps the best definition of poetry comes from Emily Dickinson, who wrote, “If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know _that_ is poetry.” A good poem hits you in your brain, your heart, and your…
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