Category Archives: Poetry

Matching my mood, word-for-word: Mr. Flood’s Party Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That held as much as he should ever know On earth again of home, paused warily. The road was his with not a native near; And Eben, having leisure,Continue reading “Monday Night Poetry Club”

This one is an old favourite from my high school days. Some people would automaticall discredit this poem, because (gasp!) it appears in the Norton Anthology. Actually, I understand people’s frustrations with Norton, but I don’t think that everything they include is crap. Especially not this: Song My heart, my dove, my snail, my sail,Continue reading “Monday Night Poetry Club”

This one belongs to a great lady. I may have embarrassed myself horribly when I took her back to her hotel last week (I really ought to invest in a belt for these falling-down pants, and I really ought to stop giving gushing reviews of famous writers’ work while we’re skidding down from pothole toContinue reading “Monday Night Poetry Club”

I’m in a golden, autumnal mood. Hot cider, warm boots, warm puppy, and now this. Spring & Fall to a young child Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! as the heart grows older It will come to suchContinue reading “Monday Night Poetry Club”