Poetry
Poem: “To Autumn” by William Blake [Vol. 4, #24]
To Autumn William Blake. O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but […]
Poem: “November” – John Clare [Vol. 4, #23.5]
November John Clare The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, ’tis with […]
Poem: “The Sound of the Trees” – Robert Frost [Vol. 4, #23]
“The Sound of the Trees” Robert Frost I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the […]
Poem: “True Kindness” – Henry David Thoreau [Vol. 4, #22.5]
“True Kindness” Henry David Thoreau True kindness is a pure divine affinity, Not founded upon human consanguinity. It is a […]
Poem: “An Autumn Sunset” – Edith Wharton [Vol. 4, #22]
I Leaguered in fire The wild black promontories of the coast extend Their savage silhouettes; The sun in universal carnage […]
