Liquid Gold Is the Air
This week’s poem is by John Clare (1793—1864) and is a celebration of the early days of autumn when you can still get lovely hot days like today has been.
“Are We Nearly There Yet?”
This week’s poem continues the humorous theme as Ogden Nash gives us the benefit of his experiences of fatherhood especially as they relate to journeys by car.
Drunken Pride
The anonymous author of this short poem adroitly imagines one of the embarrassing situations that can arise when one has taken rather too much and provides an amusing punchline.
Silken Lines and Silver Hooks
This week’s poem is by John Donne, the Elizabethan poet who produced a wealth of sacred and profane poetry in his lifetime.
The Lonely Sea and the Sky
This week’s poem is a kind of coda to the Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
All Things Both Great and Small
In the seventh and last part of the poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the Ancient Mariner has come full circle, but what is his fate?
Close Behind Him
In the sixth part of the poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the Ancient Mariner’s experiences on board come to an end, but what awaits him on shore?
Even in a Dream
In the fifth part of the poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the Ancient Mariner’s experience takes an undeniably weird turn.
A Wicked Whisper
In this week’s instalment of the poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the Ancient Mariner is left alone with the corpses of his shipmates, and the curse works its last upon him before it breaks.