Part of the reason A.E. Housman (1859–1936) holds a high and immovable place for those who read and write formal poetry is that — as the Sun pointed out in March, when the Poem of the Day column ...

to fill the sky with wreckage. We clutch our skin, reach for hope from our ankles, We close our eyes, pray for water, pray for answers, We keep our fear in a silent place — we run. There was a flash ...

Source: 'Photo taken by Zoe Weil' Last week, I had the opportunity to experience the power of my epitaph. How is that possible given that I’m not dead yet? It happened because I deliberately wrote my ...

Seamus Heaney, the Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet, passed away on this day, August 30, in 2013. I only met Seamus Heaney a few times but knew him enough to recognize his extraordinary personal gifts ...

Brothers and sisters, I am here to bear witness and to say goodbye to someone I never knew. Here, at the alter of Jack Daniels, in this House of Perfume and Smoke, in this faceless city, I say goodbye ...