September 1, 1939
W. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973 I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest decade:Waves of anger and fearCirculate over…
W. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973 I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest decade:Waves of anger and fearCirculate over…
Death Synthetic winds have blown awayMaterial dust, but this one roomRebukes the constant violet rayAnd dustless sheds a dusty gloom.Wrecked on the outmoded pastLie North and Hillard, Virgil, Horace,Shakespeare’s bones…
…. but i would pay taxbecause i believe that hospitals and educationand the arts should be publicly fundedeven this poemwhen i look at you, my eyes are two identical neighborhood…
this poem makes me think about how every year in the history of the world is a pivotal year and how quickly we forget all the monumental things that happen…
By Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our…
Deep in the hidden archives of Harvard’s Houghton Library are the butter stained recipes of Emily Dickinson. Who knew? Emily Dickinson was better known by most as a baker than…