Poet: Leonard Cohen Born: 21 September 1934, Westmount, Canada Canadian Died: 7 November 2016, California, USA Leonard Norman Cohen was a singer, songwriter, poet and novelist. His work explored the subjects of religion, politics, isolation, romantic relationships and sexuality.
Lawrence Monsanto Ferlinghetti is a poet, socialist activist, painter and co-founder of Lights Booksellers and Publishers. He is best known for his collection of poems
Poem of the Week The Golden Toddy Poet: Simon Armitage Born: 26 May 1963, Yorkshire, UK British
Elizabeth Bishop was a poet and short-story writer. She is considered one of the finest poets of the 20th century. From 1949 to 1950 she was Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress.
Poem of the Week Poet: Paul Laurence Dunbar Born: 27 June 1872, Ohio, USA American Died: 9 February 1906, Ohio, USA
Michael Rosen is a children’s novelist and poet with over 140 books to his credit. He was Children’s Laureate June 2007 and June 2009. He is also well known as a television presenter and political columnist.
Carl August Sandburg was a poet, biographer, writer and editor. He won two Pulitzer Prizes for his poetry and one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln. As a major figure of American literature, Lyndon B Johnson at Sandburg’s death in 1967 said ‘Carl Sandburg was more than the voice of America, more than the poet of its strength and genius. He was America.’
Phillis Wheatley was the first published African-American poet. She was transported to America from Africa after she was sold into slavery at the age of 7 or 8.
Poet: Walter Savage Landor Romanticism English 1775 – 1864
Poet: Mahmoud Darwish Palestinian 1941 – 2008 Mahmoud Darwish was a poet and author and is regarded as the Palestinian national poet. His work, which often used Palestine as a metaphor for the downfall of Eden, resurrection and birth amid the anguish of dispossession and exile, has received numerous awards.
William Cullen Bryant was a poet, journalist and editor of the New York Evening Post. His family genealogy can be traced to passengers on The Mayflower. His poetry is thoughtful and meditative in character and he is considered one of the leading American poets of the Romantic era.
Louisa May Alcott was an American novelist and poet. Her first critical success in writing came in the 1860s. Early in her career she used the pen name A M Bernard, under which she wrote novels involving espionage, revenge and cross-dressing for teens and young adults. An abolitionist and feminist she remained unmarried. She died from a stroke two days after her father’s death.
Ballad of Another Ophelia Date: 1915 Poet: David Herbert Lawrence English 1885 -1930
Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev was a poet and statesman. He loved to travel and would volunteer for diplomatic courier work thus combining business with pleasure. He was particularly drawn to the Swiss lakes and mountains which inspired much of his work. A Pan-Slavist he would often berate the Western powers with no particular reason, including the Vatican and Ottoman empire. Tyutchev died in Tsarskoye Selo following a series of strokes.
Poet: Arthur Clement Hilton English 1851 – 1877 Arthur Clement Hilton was educated at Marlborough College and St. John’s College, Cambridge. He was responsible for the burlesque magazine, The Light Green, which appeared at Cambridge in 1872. Hilton was ordained in 1874 and became curate at Sandwich, where he died in 1877.
Date: 1881 Poet: Ralph Waldo Emerson American 1803 – 1882 Ralph Waldo Emerson was an essayist, philosopher, lecturer and poet who led the transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century.
Poem of the Week One of America’s greatest and most original poets, Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was born in Massachusetts. She was considered an eccentric by her local community and never married, instead she spent most of her life in reclusive isolation
I saw the Death, and she was seating By quiet entrance at my own home, I saw the doors were opened in my tomb, And there, and there my hope was a-flitting I'll die, and traces of my past In days of future will be never sighted, Look of my eyes will never be delighted … Continue reading Imitation by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Poet: Victor Marie Hugo Romantic Movement French 1802 - 1885
Poem of the Week Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was a writer and statesman. Among his writings are four novels, epic and lyric poetry, prose and verse dramas.
Poem of the Week Poet: John Boyle O'Reilly was a poet, journalist, author and activist. As a youth he was a member of the Fenians which led to him being transported to Australia. He escaped to the USA and became a prominent speaker for the Irish community and culture as editor of The Pilot.
Poet: GK Chesterton Poem: A Prayer in Darkness
Poem of the Week Poet: Toru Dutt British Indian 1856 – 1877
Poet: Letitia Elizabeth Landon Post-Romantic Era English 1802 - 1838
William Butler Yeats was a poet and one of the foremost figures in 20th Century literature. In his later years he served as a senator of the Irish Free State for two terms. He studied poetry from an early age and became fascinated by Irish legends....
Unable to speak until he was 8 years old Narsinh Mehta, also known as Narsi Mehta or Narsi Bhagat was a saint poet and bhakta. He was an exponent of Vaishnava poetry. He is revered in Gujarati literature as an Adi Kavi and was a favourite of Muhatma Ghandi. He lost his parents when he was 5 years old and was raised by his grandmother.
Kim, composite of all my loves, less real than most, more real than all; of my making, all the good and some of the bad, yet of yourself; sole, unique, strong, alone, whole, independent, one: yet mine in that you cannot be unfaithful Date: 1609 Poet: Ben Jonson English 1572 - 1637 Benjamin Jonson … Continue reading For a Girl in a Book by Ben Jonson
Folk ask if I'm alive, Most think I'm not; Yet gaily I contrive To till my plot. The world its way can go, I little heed, So long as I can grow The grub I need. For though long overdue, The years to me, Have taught a lesson true, --Humility. Such better men than I … Continue reading A Cabbage Patch by Robert William Service
From a letter from Coleridge to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale: In stale blank verse a subject stale I send per post my Nightingale; And like an honest bard, dear Wordsworth, You'll tell me what you think, my Bird's worth. My own opinion's briefly this-- His bill he opens not amiss; And when he has … Continue reading About the Nightingale by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley... No kitchens on the run, no striking camp... We moved quick and sudden in our own country. The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp. A people hardly marching... on the hike... We found new tactics happening each day: We'd cut through reins and rider with the … Continue reading Requiem for the Croppies by Seamus Heaney
When I am old, and comforted And done with this desire With Memory to share my bed And Peace to share my fire I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands Beneath my laundered cap And watch my cool and fragile hands Lie light upon my lap And I will have a sprigged gown With lace … Continue reading Afternoon by Dorothy Parker
Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel With these dear chains, they don't demean. The nightingale embushed in laurel, The sylvan singers' feathered queen, Does she not bear the same sweet plight? Near the proud rose's beauty dwelling, And with her tender anthems thrilling The dusk of a voluptuous night Poet: Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Romantic Era … Continue reading Dear Chains by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their backs to the mainland in solemn, uneven lines along the cliff's brown grass-frayed edge, while the few sheep pastured there go "Baaa, baaa." (Sometimes, frightened by aeroplanes, they stampede and fall over into the sea … Continue reading Cape Breton by Elizabeth Bishop
The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star. Where … Continue reading Chorus from Hellas by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron: Crown'd with a helmet and dark hair the nameless female stood; A quiver with its burning stores, a bow like that of night, … Continue reading America, A Prophecy by William Blake
The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray, And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day: Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men, Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen. They breathe their spells towards the departing day, Encompassing the … Continue reading A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The moon upon the wide sea Placidly looks down, Smiling with her mild face, Though the ocean frown. Clouds may dim her brightness, But soon they pass away, And she shines out, unaltered, O'er the little waves at play. So 'mid the storm or sunshine, Wherever she may go, Led on by her hidden power … Continue reading The Mother Moon by Louisa May Alcott
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee. He picked up a hitch-hiker named Jesus who had been standing among a school of fish, feeding them pieces of bread. "Where are you going?" asked Jesus, getting into the front seat. "Anywhere, anywhere out of this world!" shouted Baudelaire. "I'll go … Continue reading The Galilee Hitch-Hiker by Richard Brautigan
Black fool, why winter here? These frozen skies, Worn by your wings and deafen'd by your cries, Should warn you hence, where milder suns invite, And day alternates with his mother night. You fear perhaps your food will fail you there, Your human carnage, that delicious fare That lured you hither, following still your friend … Continue reading Advice to a Raven in Russia by Joel Barlow
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light … Continue reading Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
A pair of lovers in the street! I dare not mock: with reverence meet My unforgetting heart I cheat. Ah, God, spare me—so soon again At the barred door to beat in vain, And find their dalliance such fierce pain! I, yearning up from Hell’s abyss, See, dreaming through their worlds of bliss, This Dante … Continue reading A Pair of Lovers in the Street by Arthur Henry Adams
we had goldfish and they circled around and around in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting us all to be happy, told me, 'be happy Henry!' and she was right: it's better to be happy if you can but my father continued … Continue reading A Smile to Remember by Charles Bukowski
You who, like the stab of a knife, Entered my plaintive heart; You who, strong as a herd Of demons, came, ardent and adorned, To make your bed and your domain Of my humiliated mind — Infamous bitch to whom I'm bound Like the convict to his chain, Like the stubborn gambler to the game, … Continue reading The Vampire by Charles Baudelaire
Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You've moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba; You've vines and stars in your hair. Naked you are spacious and yellow As summer in a golden … Continue reading Love Sonnet XXVII by Pablo Neruda
Genius, like gold and precious stones, is chiefly prized because of its rarity. Geniuses are people who dash of weird, wild, incomprehensible poems with astonishing facility, and get booming drunk and sleep in the gutter. Genius elevates its possessor to ineffable spheres far above the vulgar world and fills his soul with regal contempt for … Continue reading Genius by Mark Twain
Shepheards, that wont on pipes of oaten reed Oft times to plaine your loves concealed smart, And with your piteous layes have learnd to breed Compassion in a countrey lasses hart, Hearken, ye gentle shepheards, to my song, And place my dolefull plaint your plaints emong. To you alone I sing this mournfull verse, The … Continue reading Astrophel by Edmund Spenser
Thou, who dost dwell alone; Thou, who dost know thine own; Thou, to whom all are known, From the cradle to the grave,-- Save, O, save! From the world's temptations; From tribulations; From that fierce anguish Wherein we languish; From that torpor deep Wherein we lie asleep, Heavy as death, cold as the grave,-- Save, … Continue reading Desire by Matthew Arnold
The child and the old man sat alone In the quiet, peaceful shade Of the old green boughs, that had richly grown In the deep, thick forest glade. It was a soft and pleasant sound, That rustling of the oak; And the gentle breeze played lightly round As thus the fair boy spoke:- "Dear father, … Continue reading Squire Norton’s Song by Charles Dickens
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and … Continue reading The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in a vestal's veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat? Yet, yet I love!—From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must kiss the name. Dear fatal name! … Continue reading Eloisa to Abelard by Alexander Pope