The Wind Still Blows
This week’s poem is by Charles Bukowski and reminds us that despite the vagaries of our technological world, the real world goes on.
Not Cruel, Only Truthful
This week’s poem is Mirror, by Sylvia Plath, which I have chosen to mark my new friendship with Sam, who is exploring Plath’s poetry and finding it rather impenetrable.
Follow This, And Come to Dust
This week’s poem is by William Shakespeare and marks the passing of Queen Elizabeth II.
My Noon, My Midnight, My Talk, My Song
This week I have chosen Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden to mark the funeral of a dearly loved member of the family.
Shadow and Sunlight
This week’s choice is Brahma, by Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Harvest Home
This week, we turn from baseball to the changing seasons with “The Garden Year” by Sara Coleridge.
Fame is Fleeting as the Wind
This week’s poem is by Henry Grantland Rice, who picks up from last week’s tale with the story of “Casey’s Revenge”.
Haughty Grandeur
This week’s poem is “Casey at the Bat” by Ernest Lawrence Thayer, and it tells the tale of mighty Casey’s hubris and what happened.
All the Difference
This week’s poem is “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost, a meditation on opportunities.