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Just Because I Like Bob Dylan

Good writing is captivating and compelling. It rolls off the tongue and imagination as easily as a marble rolling off a glass tabletop. Lewis Carroll had the gift. Dylan, too, in a  different way. May all your writing roll. Tombstone … Continue reading

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A. E. Housman’s Minimalist Poetry

A.E. Housman was a minimalist poet, whose spartan lines are matched by only the best Haiku writers. He bitterly and wryly welcomed death, romanticizing its inevitability. He was extremely popular during the First World War and his poems reflected the … Continue reading

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Eliot Never Too Common to Quote

Now that I live in the desert, The Hollow Men resonates with me more and more. Eliot was of course writing about a dryness of spirit. Still, connections hold. This vital poem by Thomas Stearns Eliot is widely quoted and analyzed. … Continue reading

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Lost In Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations

Would we be any better in the next life? “We passionately long for there to be another life in which we shall be similar to what we are here below. But we do not pause to reflect that, even without … Continue reading

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And No Birds Sing

Does some writing remind you of others? To me, these three seem linked. La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad by John Keats O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And … Continue reading

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Some Shape of Beauty Moves Away The Pall

A poorly worded ad caught my attention. See below. It meant to capture Keats but he is not easily seized. Yesterday’s post by Shelley was from 1820. This excerpt is from 1818. I understand they were not friends. “A thing … Continue reading

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The Cloud By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Unnoticed, my last post was my 500th. I meant to celebrate that event with poetry. Better late than never. A cenotaph, by the way, is a tomb honoring a person or persons whose remains lie elsewhere. There is a wonderful … Continue reading

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